In the one race car I actually raced (a Formula Vee) the “fuel gauge” was a stick.

That’s right, it did. I sold my Z around twenty years ago, so I didn’t remember that right away.

You should change your handle to burninator account. :)

My Z31 didn’t have this fuel gauge, but then again mine had a digital instrument panel and the voice warning system.  When it got below a quarter tank and I took a corner hard enough, the voice warning would immediately exclaim, “Fuel level is low! Fuel level is low! Fuel level is low!”

I don’t think an AK-47 bullet would be that much of a concern.  AK’s are known mostly for two things - being dead simple, and being inaccurate.

The tooth in question had been getting a bit loose before it broke off. But the part that sucks the most is it’s out where everyone can see it if I smile.

I lost an incisor shortly before Christmas while biting into a potato skin. But I’m not on Twitter or even remotely famous so I’m pretty sure nobody cares.

My first car was a brown ‘74 Pinto.

He said poor decisions, not poor taste.

I’ve seen a couple at track days, but so far I’ve never seen a 4C on the street.

This could be one of the ultimate bad decisions, if Alex is so inclined:

It could be outrun by a glacier.

10-4, good buddy!

You are not wrong. The one time my top got slashed, the lowlife dickless piece of shit cut a hole over the passenger seat so it could unlock the passenger door - and the driver door was unlocked. Said lowlife dickless piece of shit also busted out the center dash panel to get my head unit, took my iPod out of the…

Joey, gimme a tissue...

Do you still beat your wife? ;)

I’m kinda partial to “N.F.B. (Dallabnikufesin)“ by Anthrax.

Easy there, Hannibal.

Looking at the list of ingredients for the original, it seems that a properly made ranch dressing would be rather tasty.  Unfortunately, tasty doesn’t always translate well to mass production.

Here here!