Oops. You’re entirely correct.
Oops. You’re entirely correct.
The Volvo P1800 is such a beautiful car.
That would be original reporting rather than news aggregation.
Why bother to try to sound Italian by using an Italian word and then just refuse to use it correctly?
Aside from the loss of revenue, there seems to be a consensus among local businesses about the race: they were misled. Some business owners claim that the economic benefits that officials sold them on were pretty much bullshit.
Gross.
On the other hand, it’s funny how a very obvious typo can make its way into a publication.
For perspective, the average museum is much nicer than my house, I suppose because the average painting or sculpture displayed in such a museum is more valuable to society than I am. The cars mentioned aren’t much different from museum pieces, so I’m okay with that.
Local police in military uniforms is not a good look.
She’s got influencing to do! Those semi-literate tweets are not writing themselves.
I’m shocked that anyone under the age of, I don’t know, 60 years old? doesn’t automatically put on their seatbelt.
If this sort of thing were being reported about any other country in the world, the news media would correctly describe it as institutional corruption. “Corrupt local police falsely arrested an innocent man...” and “The man had little hope that his legal case against the powerful police department would be taken…
Wow! Congratulations on your return.
Great attitude you express here.
CarScoops calls the PITted car a Dodge Charger, then a Challenger, then a Charger again, while here it’s a Kia Stinger. Even more confusing!
A new tradition!
I was just thinking of Royal Farms! My go-to is the chicken club with pulled thigh meat on a sub roll. Beats a fast food burger hands down.
Old School ICE Cars
I had a Beyond Meat sausage that was perfectly acceptable, so I’m open to an Impossible hot dog. If it’s close to the same experience as a real one (Nathan’s or comparable) and not much more expensive, then the reduced fat and cholesterol make it appealing.
Case in point, I’ve been mistaken for Michael B. Jordan a number of times...