REPRESENT!

I guess I was primed by the “nazis” comment, but at first glance, I though it said “a citizen of Poland.”

No kidding. Apparently, it’s easy to talk some shit if your friends are the ones that will take the heat, while you run away with your tail between your legs. But hey, at least he had the decency, as you said, to run around and act like he was contributing something other than cowardice. He was the designated “fight…

I wonder, would an automatic e-brake potentially contribute to brake rotor warping over time if it always automatically applies?

Feel the i-VTECH at work? You can really feel it in your guts. Wait, what are you... oh, man, oh no, OH NO GROSSSS! But don’t worry, sir, those seats can handle it. See that puddling? The way the chunks collect but don’t absorb? You can really see the Scotch Guard at work.

Excellent choice. I also use mine as an Android tab. What a great piece of hardware.

Finally. A story I can relate to.

Gonna have to beef up the front suspension a bit.

I like turtles.

See, up until the “bullshit” comment, you had me. For a moment there, I thought you were going to be civil, maybe have a worthwhile discussion, share some differing viewpoints, learn and grow from the experience. But I have severely misjudged you. You have only served to prove my point that you and I are coming from…

Remember, we’re talking about aggressive, angry drivers here. They’re not in a rational frame of mind, probably pissed off already, on a hair trigger. If we were talking about everday commuter traffic or mall pedestrians, the rules would be different.

Staring at a person who is angry and distressed can be just as confronational. Man, I wish I lived in your world.

#7: Stare Them Down? You’re suggesting we engage an irrational person with a gesture they may take as threatening? I guess we should also engage belligerent drunks by trying to shout them down, too.

This seems to be the automotive equivalent of adopting a special-needs child with a disease nobody outside the CDC has heard of.

Want, want, want. If I had the möney, that wöuld be my new öbsession. I drive its great-grandsön, the C3ö, and wöuld löve to cöllect the whöle set.

It’s like the vehicular equivalent of a horrific scar where an ear used to be. I don’t really want to know the story, and I cringe every time I look at it. I think this van strays from “charming vintage character” right into “put me out of my misery, I’ve lead too hard a life.” Crack Pipe. Like the one that’s probably…

Advertising people are that one kid in elementary school who takes a dump in the hamster tank and then beams like mad over the fact that everyone suddenly has to pay attention to them.

which no doubt makes it a Cos célèbre

Ramming speed!

“Included in the haul were deadly M14 rifles”