It doesn’t matter what colour, they’ll still not look and will still hit it.

An electro magnetic catapult built into the runway would work.

Hello Oversteer, my old friend
I’ve come to talk with you again
Because a vision softly creeping
Of a HellKitty quickly fleeing
And the excrement that left a stain
Still remains
Within the sound of superchargers

Well shit. That sure beats all the crap that my son, his scout troop and I pulled out of a ravine yesterday as part of the Clean Your Streams day. Seven plus tires, broken bikes, scooters and 20+ bags of garbage. It was nasty  

Is it a little ironic they chose the M4 for “Heritage” considering the M4 name was just invented out of thin air a few years ago?

Hell yes!!!

I’m fortunate enough to own some cool cars. What’s the point of owning cool shit if you can’t share it with friends and family? One of the first things I do when I get a new car is let my car-enthusiast friends know so that they can come over and take the car for a spin. Whenever I’m not using one of my…

Huge loss... what a badass woman. Rest in peace, Jessi.

Not that banks or big corporations need defending...

“Society is just a bunch of people trying to control each other and get their way.”

We have zoning regulations for a reason.

Let me offer the perspective of someone who went there two years ago, about a week after the first article was published, in the effort to buy his grey 16v scirocco:

I called him wednesday that week to ask if he still had it. he said he did. we negotiated a price of $800 and i told him I would be there between 1-2pm on…

Unless there’s a Whole Foods at the top of that ramp, I fail to see the real world application of this ability. 

Bcause there's a highway to hell, but only a stairway to heaven. Duh.

Yeah, my car also has a “Teen Driver Mode”: off.

Standard C8 Feature (from the order guide):

I’m a white woman in San Francisco. I could run past City Hall and back without any problem. Plus, I'm just fat enough to get a bunch of semi encouraging, semi patronizing "you go girl!"s as I do it. #bodypositivity

absolutely. i once saw a guy drop his pants and take a shit, in broad daylight, on a very busy street in San Francisco’s financial district. Nobody seemed to think this was weird. Except for me. I, unfortunately, made eye contact with the shitter, and i’ve been scarred ever since.

I think I could get further in the city naked rather than in the suburbs. There’s like 30 people shot in Chicago every day, car jackings, muggings, other naked crazies furiously swinging their dick back and forth so it hits their thighs making a slapping noise, for them to worry about you. You get a somewhat crowded…

1991 NSX. It was a slug until I revved the engine to the fastest spin cycle. Nearly every gas station visit, every intersection, included an encounter with an annoying kid who wanted to race. I lost interest in it completely when a beater Integra at my lunch at a stoplight.