Amazingly, it was even worse on the 350Z roadster.  Bubble butt is underselling it.

It is called being Westinghoused.

Says who? Mary? Are we being purposefully nebulous on “industry-leading” as a phrase?

one thing not discussed in this video was the self-leveling suspension that American M5s got. It was a weirdo system of motors actuating on the rear anti-roll bar, per the myE28 forums:

You can tweak that sticky choke right from the driver’s seat though!

GM: here is an electric truck with reasonable specs beyond what 90% of consumers would ever use a truck for.

I want to see the engine. The engine makes me happy, knowing how and why it works the way it does. Steam, gasoline, electric, I want to see it. I don’t have to see it all the time but I like the engagement it provides me, the capacity to take fuller ownership of my car.

Since when have the Germans ever felt the need to hide anything from us?

Take off covers, breaks tabs on said cover, never puts cover back on.  

911s don’t count. Since day 1, any service to one goes something like this:

because you need something the size of an F-550 to make those Home Depot runs, you dont want to look like a wimp infront of the other guys

Ford: “Everybody likes to roll coal, so we’re developing an actual coal powered truck!”

You give human drivers way more credit than they deserve. I’ve observed drivers playing on their phones and passing stopped school buses.

Nah, just douchey dudebros and douchey lady dudebros. It is shockingly difficult for some of my fellow motorcyclists to understand that you can ride and have fun doing so without being a douchey dudebro.

The use of excessive violence has been approved.

Behold, the 2023 Ford Ecanoline!!!

The older I get, the more I realize something: People suck.

Imagine: It’s the early 1990s. You’re walking along a gray urban expanse somewhere in the recently collapsed Soviet Union. You’re wearing a hat. The only traffic you see is trams, bumbling Moskviches, and, if you’re a bit lucky, a late-model Volga. Then, out of nowhere, this winged, canary-yellow machine emerges on…

The object of the game is to stand around inhaling toxic burning plastic.

Fun fact: I’ve only ever met one person named Dale, and that person was Dale Earnhardt Jr.