As part of this glorious struggle, may we also declare war on "The Elf on the Shelf", that elaborate hoax perpetrated on children to destroy their trust in grown-ups and train them to tolerate totalitarian surveillance?

It's hard for me to choose which side of this war I'm on. On the one hand, I really really hate all this Christmas stuff going up so soon. On the other hand, I get to watch Jingle All the Way for two months straight.

As a person who had Christmas taken away from her as a child because her hippy-dippy mother thought we should celebrate the winter solstice instead, I just want to say FUCK YOU, KELLY FAIRCLOTH.

I used to be all about hating Christmas creep. I used to glower at the families browsing those Christmas decorations put out in early fall in lifeless sections of department stores.

Current twin scroll tech invalidates the turbo vs. supercharger argument.

I...
I don't....
...
I don't hate the styling.
*sits back down*

Didn't Northrup try to bribe the Shah to push for this plane, or one of it's various iterations before the F-18 went into production in the 80s? I remember it from a foreign policy class at school around 1993.

Deserves more votes.

Much like a German stylist, you look bitter

I've long stated that the sweet spot is finding all the "soulless appliances" still on the road after 20 years despite any rational reason they might have been maintained out of passion. That's the only semi-reliable way to eliminate the enthusiast bias. Irrational, financially irresponsible life support for a car can…

Due to a lack of interest, Raphael's car knowledge ends at MY 1994.

The point I'm trying to make here is that we tend to think of reliability based on a car's mechanical design and (more importantly) on a brand's reputation, passed along by word of mouth. What we really need to think of isn't the car itself, but the owners. Reliability is a myth. Who owns a car and how it is…

Reliability isn't a myth. Longevity is.

Wow, the Taurus X. I forgot that even existed. Holy shit.

I'm not sure how Ray Wert found Sam Smith. Something to do with Jean Jennings, probably. I just remember that I'd prized my ability to write a coherent and, on occasion, amusing sentence.

I feel dumber for reading this.

Here's how I see the ideal driving environment:

Lolwuuuuut?