Except that they fixed everything that was wrong; chassis, brakes, pushrods. If the instrument cluster is your biggest bitch, then this is a fantastic car.

Vive le Johann!!!!

two rows of 9 are 18, 4 are 36

I was cruising through Virginia on a wine tour several thousand years ago, in my 587 RWHP six speed Mustang (yeah, I know) when I happened upon a cadre of 850s. There were about a dozen, from all over the world, One even shipped fro across the pond with, get this, Nitrous.

Somewhere I have a flip phone, pre-Razor…

Fender Flare all the things!

Slowly exploding. how does that work exactly? Is that like oxidation, rusting instead of burning? is your head metaphorically rusting as 34 Porsches scream past?

Look a flying car and it’s not two years away!

I thought that was Charlie Brown at Christmas

What do you think the brake pistons ride around in, if not cylinders?

I think currently the en vogue term is “shit box”

Not with me on it, it isn’t.

Isn‘t that what they’re for?

Wait. What? is that a tallywhacker?

At least Gomez was funny.

Ass ears?

those are what you grab her by when you are....

Nevermind.

Came here for this, left satisfied.

When the sweetheart and I look for a house, garage is paramount. We also need enough land to build a shop, with power and water, so I can have my buddies out, work on cars all day, then sit out by the firepit at night over a beer. This leaves her to her own devices and makes everyone happy.

Yes, I know that I will end…

No, I think he flipped the whole thing.

Don’t give me no lies and keep your hands to yourself.