Berkeley Cars' little engine (this one has a Honda 250) is just about in-line with their headlights.

I don't play pranks like this, but sometimes I do go in super-slow motion and that drives mine absolutely crazy.

I like where your heads at.

perhaps putting some sort of lock on a nearby bridge would satisfy your need for attention?

Did you think up a character before you started typing it? Because I can certainly picture the type of person who would write something like that. Like an aging hippie whose kid started dating a person of color when they went to college in 2000 and freaked out about it.

I'm actually kind of impressed. You took stout, xenophobic, neocon attitudes, added a bit of wistful nostalgia for the country itself - which I've never seen combined - while mixing in new-age "energy" and a clunky philosophical comparison between the physical weight and an imaginary burden.

It's like you're trying to…

If you ever get a chance, swing by a local airport and talk to the mechanics. I worked at one out of high school. Airplanes of all sizes are inspected and vital systems taken apart at fixed, short, intervals. Airplanes are 'old tech' - nothing important is new - and they see all sorts of proactive maintenance. You'd…

My 1972 BMW 2002 is a salvage. The repair work was well done, everyone else was scared off so I got it for a very good price, and I don't care about resale value because it's my baby.

Oh, let's see how coherent you are after drag racing a rocket car, smarty pants.

The dressing room area is a particularly private and vulnerable place for many women and girls, so it's a protected area. For that reason, we also have a completely separate dressing area for women who have undergone mastectomies and need post-surgical care.

TheBaron2112 is obviously the account for an f-35 contractor. Good try Mister, we're not buying your innocent opposition to keeping the A-1o in the air.

I've got a 2002 in a (well-sun-faded) Colorado Orange. In my opinion it's one of the best color to car matches ever made.

Spot on.

I can't wait until he marries Magaery Tyrell.

You got it.

Is it bad that what bothers me about it (not that I'm in or ever will be in the target market for a Rolls Royce) is that it looks nothing like the night sky? This looks cheesy, in the same vein as my bedroom ceiling in junior high.

No cuntpunt?

I realized I needed to slow it down a bit when I woke up one morning fully clothed and spread eagle on the floor in my front room to my cat chewing on the tips of my fingers.

I think what it is is that I'm like the person who wrote half of each sentence you wrote and want to know that cool dude better, but the person who wrote the other half of each sentence makes my eyes itchy.

I like you. I think.