For me, it was more like 1976 and we’d be called up one by one to try and do chin-ups. In front of the class. Humiliating.

The games were nearly all team sports

I feelz. I was the chubby kid who wasn’t good at sports and got teased by PE teachers as well as by the kids. And assaulted in the locker room. It was a horror.

Such eloquence...

So, was he driving 140 mph? How does this happen?

My eyes are glazing over as I read your lame puns.

What if that pane had traveled in the opposite direction, away from the building?

Is there a traditional clutch?

It sounds like the top two gears are very close together ratio wise.

I did not realize that you were a Jalo contributor. I also did not realize, until I discovered quite by accident, that someone seems to have endowed me with the juice necessary to comment here.

I’m triggered reminded of this car:

Can it be shown that any of these vehicles have actually been purchased?

A shop owner friend said he’d seen a brake job on a McLaren cost like $26k.

I bet tires are expensive as well.

R e a c h i n g . . . . .

A friend of mine drives a Model S and the follower feature braked precipitously enough to get him rear ended.

Don’t look at a Nissan Versa, then.

White Castle’s stoner appeal is that it’s one-note—a primary color, a C-major chord—tasting like hand-held French onion soup.

As long as I get to keep on driving and don’t have to stop there...

In case it became a deathstream...?