When I think of Dale Jr I think of this song

Pffft. I do this in Real Racing 3 all the time.

Still convinced he abuses prescription amphetamines. I feel like he’d see himself as too sophisticated for coke but could easily convince himself some uppers from a doctor are a-ok.

I did just that. Fractured my right foot and had to be in a cast. That was the only time I appreciated driving(with my left foot) a shitty auto Corolla.

Lucky you and so would I.

Condolences to the victims families.

I know that this LOOKS hypocritical of them, sort of screams they can’t keep up etc. etc....

I would still take Porsche over everything else. I just got to drive a GT3 last weekend at Road America and it was a magical experience (even in auto). I am a proud Porsche fan-boy.

As a finance major, I will tell you right now we waited until the 300 level courses to openly acknowledge that.

No longer leads metric : Decides metric is no longer important.

We seemed to hit Peak Bench Racing a few years ago when Nissan, Porsche, GM, and others were going back-and-forth every month or so with a faster Ring time. Hopefully people are growing up and realizing that: 1.) track times can vary heavily depending on driver skill, how the driver felt at the time, preferred driving…

Insert angry mumbling about ‘Ring times being just numbers while simultaneously watching videos of ‘ring runs to check out cool new cars.

I always liked that Z’s roll bar convertible look. This is definitely one of the cars that are on my bucket list, albeit the twin turbo version. This one has held up so well that I can’t imagine it’s going to take long to sell, especially at that price!

A very good condition, semi-rare, handsome convertible with solid running gear and a price that’s pretty in line with what you’d expect to pay for a very well sorted miata, a rough around the edges british roadster, or a bad corvette...Yep, NP.

Ikr? Title should be:

She’s not a huge fan of me. I’m a “farmer girl” (I’m not) who took her son away. Plus I’m mutt American and they are of a very specific decent so I’m also threatening the bloodline.

Counterpoint: At $1,200, 30 years old, and already having a hodgepodge of American parts in my German wagon, I don’t think I’m paying a shop to repair much of anything on this that can’t be fixed with the strength of duct tape, the whimsy of WD-40, the ingenuity of the internet, and the determination of beer.