Yep, kinda like “Holy fuck that is crazy, but it’s not relevant to anything we’re about to do right now so let’s shelve it and have feelings about it some other time.”

It’s amazing just how well good pilots operate. It’s as if in an emergency they shut down all the extraneous parts of themselves, and only the analytic and expert stuff comes out. It’s not like they’re machines - quite the opposite, they make decisions and improvise in ways machines simply can’t - but rather, as if…

If the road is so dangerous why is it open to through traffic? The article even said that a fire truck couldn’t handle it, so why is it still open?

And let’s not forget the Napier Deltic.

Please. I’m trying to move us all past the use of the unfortunate term ‘frunk.’ Ooh, it felt dirty just writing that.

Speaking of hidden features...

That printer is going to get VERY dusty now

My experience with MOPAR products, especially from this period, obviously aren’t as warm and fuzzy as yours.

Rare does not always equal desirable. These things were trash new, trash 40 years later.

Take your star and be gone.

The Russian version is basically identical except that ‘pigeons’ has been replaced with ‘people’.

This is my favorite Tom Lehrer song

I’m not really sure how it “sounds like no other engine” It sounds literally exactly like every other 5 cylinder vehicle I’ve ever heard. A Viper also basically sounds the same as well.

Hello, Cougar!

“Today’s the day I might just be a step too slow...”

Well, there is a Japanese Tire Ski Jumping Test. I wouldn’t be surprised if there were other weird tests, like how many Nekogirls you can stuff into a Kei Car, or the trunk capacity for cars with a tentacle rape monster.

Now is not the time to make fun of a tragedy like the Bowling Green massacre.

Imagine working for the Secret Service protective detail and telling yourself every morning, “Today’s the day I may have to take a bullet for this moronic demagogue.”

You’ll some weird shit out there. Back in summer of 2013, I passed a dude walking down the road, flanked by nothing but miles and miles of tobacco fields, carrying a bindle. An honest to god bindle!

Still like reeses pieces ?