Oh. Hey. Uhhhh. Nothing. Just, you know, posting on the interwebs... and stuff.
Oh. Hey. Uhhhh. Nothing. Just, you know, posting on the interwebs... and stuff.
DOWN WITH TRAVIS
Typical Travis. Just insulting cool old cars and pissing off readers.
It looks like I am in the process of screaming at Doug or I am a hunchback. Or both. Probably both.
After experiencing the car, the review lived up to the car's awesomeness. Which I think is high praise. Nicely done, Travis.
The fucking tapir man. It gets no respect. Pity, really. They're the unappreciated, brown diesel wagons of all the odd-toed ungulates.
The result is that you're driving around constantly staring at the road, and you have no time to look up and enjoy New York, where you might find, for instance, someone who's actually wearing pants made of aardvark. ("Everyone knows capybara is so 2013,"these people say.)
So I always wonder about this then, who are the dudes up there taking pics of the interior?
"Of course this begs the question, if Kia can't sell a $60,000 luxury car, how is Volkswagen going to sell a $70,000 one?"
A. Woah.
I will check those out the next time I am there. That is, if I am not running around the city being filmed.
That beer store was, quite possibly, my heaven.
Ah the 2WD Wrangler, the official car of "I care more about looking tough than actually being tough." Why would anyone buy a Wrangler that you can barley off road with? Mercifully, Jeep only made them for a few years.