Well, the "Chocobo Sex!" is an actual scene. Which just got funnier.

This demands Red Mage from 8-bit Theater with Fonz style pointing fingers:

He said I'd opened and closed these wire valve-cover holders enough times that one had bent, and it was letting the valve cover get loose and oil leak out. This is when he started to root around in a nearby trashcan. He started telling me he was looking for a 'shim.' I did not actually know what a shim was at the time.

"Pronard" backwards is "Dranorp"! I'm onto you, Toyota, or should I say "atoyot"...

55 years on, the bowtie is gone and the happy couple aren't looking at the Southern Cross anymore, but at their checkbook. All good things must come to an end, I suppose - even if the '60 wasn't an unequivocal good thing its children rapidly became one. With each model tied to the last, it's one of the longer legacies…

I posted the slightly greenish version of this on a '63 Thunderbird earlier. Synchronicity.

I read his remark as you did at first glance (as if the engine were firing like a two-stroke) but I think it was actually a tad dumber. I think boneheadotto has the right take, that he thinks all firing on one side of the swashplate (in whatever order) is going to make it vibrate up and down.

By the time Fritz died in 1971, humans had already done taken a huge leap towards that goal.

I was thinking he came from the sea after his father's severed testes got tossed in, but even that is probably too grandiose.

You shouldn't have used the word "weird" in the headline - now all I can think is "Shoppers hate her! Learn how to crash a Tesla using her one weird trick..."

This is but the first day of the cube - there will be another day along shortly and two nights.

Even better - automatic steering line following. There's nothing like steering to distract you from driving.

A CVT, OTOH, as it removes shifts completely from the equation, is clearly the best tech for racing and the enabling of concentration.

By the same token, the AOTD assertion is that having an auto allows more concentration on other aspects of driving. Which, with shifting becoming second-nature to the experienced manual enthusiast (thus, not detracting either from the wheel *or* the mocha) and no need strength-wise to have both hands on the wheel at…

If one is in the former Eastern Bloc, however, the hinterlands support is likely to be a UAZ-452 series:

I'd half bet Stunt Chick is a more interesting person than ScarJo.

Contextual "get off my lawn"ing very appropriate.

'85 here. Big fan of the Eastwood oeuvre, though, and I marinate frequently in the section of the internet obsessed with the 80s. Aka quite a lot of it.

*Misses 80s movie joke*

Lack of metallic snot green is why Ford is currently on my "stare at angrily" list.