What engine is in that thing?

Troll is trolling.

Most cars limit it a little. It should be much more limited, I agree, unless maybe their is a passenger in the seat with their own controls or something. Maybe too complex a solution.

It’s extremely different. There are few things on the road easier to time out than texting. It takes your eyes off the road for long periods, and diverts your attention as well if you’re doing the down-up head flick a thousand times as you drive along. Changing the radio station, by comparison, takes a click of a…

What BMW is that?

Needs space for a car seat.

Seeing the biker slip into the rearview mirror was just so surreal, and intensely satisfying.

If you think that Trump politically falling on his face in Mexico (although I would love to see him do literally just that) will make a difference to his base, then you're nearly as delusional as they are. He could shoot a Mexican child in the street while he's there, and they will froth all the harder for his…

Your move, Chevy.

Aren't aware of their surroundings, or aren't aware of the general practice of getting over? if it's the latter, then it is still just a lack of courtesy towards their fellow drivers.

Even an ignorant person is capable of courtesy.

Meth is so last year.
Bath salts is my game.

New GT350.

If it did, it was after he tore through the dimensional barrier.

The funny thing is, I saw a rickety-ass truck that looked pretty similar to this one slap the stank off a Viper once.

I had an RX-8 for several years that did fine. Just had to maintain it in a very different way, which is sort of outside the scope of most car-buyers. Didn’t help that the dealer I got it from didn't even attempt to educate its buyers on rotary maintenance. They even acted like it was a piston engine.

Love it. Need it.

‘Murica.

Low hanging fruit, I know, but I take what I can get.

I realize I am necro’ing this a little bit, but I live in a VERY cheap apartment complex (we are, fortunately, moving into a much nicer place next month), and some person seemed to hate that I had a car at all. I kept getting letters from the apartment complex that were complaints about the car. All of the complaints…

“Damn terrorists, trying to get away with keeping their nasty-ass cars packed with illegal immigrants and being helmed by meth-addled minority teenagers in public view. They think they can get away with that? Now way. Tarp? Not good enough for you walking public disturbances. Fence? I can still make out a roof, bitch.…