Well, now.......there’s a headline I wouldn’t have ever imagined.
It was a Super Soft Nazi parade...to be fair.
I freakin’ love the Taco TRD. I want to get one SO badly I can taste it. I really don’t care about extra lift, just as long as it doesn’t sag under load. (That was the only reason I ever modestly lifted my XJ Cherokee.)
And made from a black plastic that fades to a mottled grey the moment it is exposed to sunlight.
To be really precise, it has be shitty chrome that instantly rusts upon exposure to water.
Step six is the unknowable length of time it will take for the car to “achieve legacy”, which is to say whether it’s your grandchild or great grandchild that will find one of these as a dusty moth-eaten heap and spend their nights and weekends in the garage, alienating their spouse, and never quite finishing the…
FWIW: I’ve been told that Tallahassee has several high quality Greek restaurants.
That dude had the funniest goddamn nickname, though:
Mazepin...I hope he can fuck off faster than he can drive.
“E” will likely go the way of “i” in the near future. Eventually the only things left with an “E” will be all the shit products that get relegated to the automotive equivalent of the checkout lane at CVS.
Inoffensive.
Melted down Hotwheels cars.
100% agree. You get to feel what it’s like, it can alleviate some fear of “failure”, and you can practice stall recovery time*.
That sounds like the way I was taught, more or less. Breaks things down into smaller goals, and learn one thing at a time.