I’m curious what you mean, since I have a similar product and without a tip on it I get a plain butane torch.

I’m curious what you mean, since I have a similar product and without a tip on it I get a plain butane torch.

You’re spot on. An economist penned a great paper which I can’t find here, but it demonstrates through some solid reasoning that a used car is never worth its asking price. We’re just accustomed to that.

Argument in brief here if someone is interested: A new car has a market value set by its known qualities. But as a…

I voted yes.

Google Maps is still officially in beta. You have to accept their agreement the first time it’s loaded.

Beta is just CYA here.

William Gibson’s protagonist in Pattern Recognition had a skirt she called “tube thing” I think. It was elastic and could be rolled to any length, or worn as a tube dress. I’ve often wondered if I could find clothing that can do triple-duty like that.

I know someone who drives a Winnebago and an old diesel Mercedes. His bikes includes a recumbent, a rowing bike, an electric assisted thing, and some velocipede thing with gearing inside the wheel hub.

They’re surprisingly nice, especially the Red Line version. Open top roadster for fun Sunday drives, does what it says on the tin.

Pity Pontiac brought that out so close to their demise. Too little, too late. If they had more cars like that, their doors might still be open.

He got reamed enough that he probably understands “loose” very well now.

lest she inadvertently get pegged as a white supremacist online

Eight letter of the alphabet. It’s a sadly transparent cipher common to manchildren who still live the secret life of cereal box decoder rings and the South will rise again.

It shows up in tattoos, often linked with a Confederate flag and a beery passionate monologue about how it was about States’ rights and really,…

At least the Forest Service is up a buttload of tents now.

Maybe leave the tents out in the rain until someone can look them over with a blacklight? Just saying.

I had the same experience. Was looking for my first car after a year of driving my parent’s minivan, had the chance to try a ‘69 Mustang.

But there just isn’t another place to go to anymore. Every lot is packed with black sedans, with just a spot of color variety. And every minivan (I have one, too) is navy blue. A few years ago my drive had green and white in it. Now blue and black only. It’s like an automotive funeral.

I don’t know whose fault it is.…

Absolutely this. After hours negotiating a price, I asked for a different color besides black and was flatly told “No.”

My eight year old helped me fix a wastegate problem. Her tiny hands could reach past the (stone cold, rested all night) turbo and hang onto a clip that I then worked loose.

The arm rests probably do go up. The regular release button doesn’t do it, but there’s a tiny hidden lever which I think is for cleaning or maintenance.

Still have a shot. I did this a couple of weeks ago.

This series sounds perfectly dreadful. I’d like to watch it in one sitting. Recall the name?

Exactly this. There was a program a few years ago where volunteers (SCCA racers? Hazy memory) would visit high schools and give teen drivers experience in skids.

They’d mix up a giant puddle of dish soap and water in an empty parking lot, then the teens would drive through and recover from skids.

For a rapidly…

Blame Fast and Furious.