Dude I know. I was asking if you were talking about brazing or welding aluminum motorcycle tanks.

I wasn’t actually aware of that one. It’s not brazing, right?

I’m an engineer and I love the US system. It’s just so much more stylish than metric.

Nobody really welds with fire anymore these days. Especially not in a professional setting.

The XJR, yeah. Actually a smidge tame by the segment’s standards.

Jaguar. Loud, exotic and refined. And not afraid to make sedans. If we were seeing 2015 Maseratis instead of 2005’s they’d look like this.

If it has a body lift kit installed that would give you a ton of room around the transmission to get your filthy dick-beaters inside that cabin.

They provided ramps to deflect projectiles at the windows! That’s very thoughtful of ZIL.

Sounds like the pilot attempted the impossible turn after engine failure. Chelsey Sullenberger was in the same situation but decided against it.

Did you post this from 1950? What are you on about.

Chemical engineering is like half women.

It does? Sheeeit. I didn’t know that.

I disagree. When these came out they blew the competition the hell out of the water. Flat folding rear seats, massive interior volume... They were incredibly well designed and actually cost more than nearly any other hatch.

Fact: if Mitsubishi or Suzuki or Isuzu had made this instead, they would have sold millions, and they’d probably still be in the US market.

This is a Napier-Campbell Blue Bird. The Bentley is probably a slightly better daily-driver.

My first thought after seeing the lead gif was that they should put this shit on the Pontchartrain Causeway. It happens a lot.

Seats made from pool-noodle foam. I’m looking at you, Chevy. Sure, you can probably save some weight and cost by having the seats be hollow and covered in a quarter-inch of big mac box, but there’s a reason comfy sofas are upholstered as fuck. Compare:

It’ll be the easiest time you’ve ever had parallel parking anything.

“Sheeeeeeeit”

“Mazda needs something to compete with the hellcat” there’s my batshit-insane what-if for the day.