God. What a mixed bag of stunning vehicles and vehicles that felt like nails being driven into my eyes.
God. What a mixed bag of stunning vehicles and vehicles that felt like nails being driven into my eyes.
dangit
Not “steered”?
Wonderful fucking timing Lockheed!! I just purchased a SR-71 last month! You know what, fuck the 72. I’m just going to wait for the 73.
The BMW engines and transmissions are stout. The cooling system may explode, window regulators may crumble, headliners and door panels may sag and fall, however.
A “tittle” is the little dot in the letter “i” or “j”. Technically, he is correct when he says that he doesn’t have a “tittle” for the Monte Carlo, because the words “Monte Carlo” doesn’t have a tittle in it.
And the failed Cartups shall be referred to as “Fartups.” Because I am 40 going on 14.
Because you have to be at least 30 to understand what it even is.
#megasquirt
Of course the Guilia is a safe car, can’t crash it if its broken down.
He needs waymo practice before telling the machines what to do.
Missed the sarcasm on that one, huh?
I know how to ride a horse, but that is simply because I was allowed to put a saddle on my au pair growing up and ride her around the house.
honestly who doesn’t think the journey deserved it?
“ can be submerged in 3 feet of water without electrocuting you”
No one informed me that jean shorts were out of style until about a decade ago when I was 25. My group at work had an outing to an afternoon baseball game. I changed from my office clothes into my shorts and a t-shirt. One of my friends at worked said “Are you honestly wearing jorts?”. This was the first time I had…
I pulled up nice and early to the local C&C in my beat up POS ‘90 Miata track whip. Rolled on paint, second hand parts, autocross/HPDE numbers and bullshit sponsor stickers all over it, pure beater. (and one hell of a track car) One of my detailing customers spotted me and waved me to park next to his month-old AMG…
I will now use nothing but Stratoses for correspondence. Maybe after my next memo Janice will finally stop burning fucking popcorn in the break-room microwave.