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^Never been to a track, obvs!

Moar sidewalls, please. Lighter, less rotational mass, better ride/handling...

Totally. That thing ruins my lap times...

Countless sports cars have done similarly, for a few key reasons

You aren’t kidding. I built 95% of a Miata track car with only a 10mm, 12, and 14mm socket (mostly on a little 3/8 ratchet!) all of which are now missing, naturally...

Nah, that’s Tesla’s latest autopilot.

Wait, did someone use “cheese” and “engine” in the same sentence?

I think he’s already fixing that: “The rest is up to you.”

Seems that’s where the car culture community is headed now too — Jalopnik, much as we may love it today, appears to be the next GMG site to be destroyed.

LOL! Best seats I’ve ever had were Lakers box seats by way of a client. All the weak beer and crappy food we could drink, and seats safely up where an errant nose-pick wouldn’t result in a lifetime of globally-broadcasted embarrassment. ;)

Amen. Half of staying thin is having no calories from beverages not named beer or wine (just 650c per bottle!).

Er, that would be “Bac’n™”, “Mutt’n™”, and “Toma’to-phlavor™”.

Viking Victuals

Same, Warriors, ~10 years ago. Anxiety off the charts. The idea of an entire arena, a nat’l audience, and my favorite team, glaring at me for f’ing up their game is just...[shivers]

Oh hell yes. As a backpacker, I literally dream of lembas bread every trip. Dropping 5-6 pounds of food, stove, and fuel is the real stuff of fantasy.

Welp, I guess we’re all going back to gas station sushi. Right? Right? Just me?

All of us, in 2020.....

Sweet. I always dreamed mine was a ‘65 Barracuda. It had 35k miles, was California dry, and sported the three-on-the-tree — The only gearbox that could put an eye out with a quick heel-toe!

Had a mint ‘65 Valiant 2-door for my first car in the late 80's. Absolutely bomb-proof, and we 16-year-olds threw some serious automotive bombs at it. I had to change the water pump too but it took all of an hour to do (and another two hours of “you made a mess in the garage!” from the parental units). That 225