What, are you chicken?
What, are you chicken?
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Balaclava is my favorite Steely Dan song.
First: excellent imagery.
Pretty sure my ever-present claustrophobia came from riding in the back of the 80 Buick Century we used to own in my mid-teens. The little vent windows that did open helped precisely not one bit.
Hear hear! My 07 Elantra would be a droning appliance with an automatic; with her 5-speed manual, she’s fun on a bun. I heel-toe downshift most of my turns, and with a clutch-dump she’ll scratch the tires from 1st to 2nd and even 2nd to 3rd. The smartest, slickest paddle-box won't give you kinds of grins.
That’s why I won’t use the Fuel Shark- I happen to enjoy side-fumbling.
My first car was also my lowest-powered. A 78 Civic CVCC, 63hp and 77 torques. Couldn’t get out of his own way, and couldn’t break 100mph if he was tied to a space shuttle, but he had 2 things going for him: he weighed about 1900lbs, and had a 5-speed manual.
That sounds like tire-slasher talk. Do *you* have all your fingers there, pal? Huh? Do ya?
Cannoli filling?
More like extruded, but happy birthdays anyway!
Or do it at night and pick up a few bucks!
My God, the claustrophobia would kill me. Just watching that made me a little *bzzzrp*
*reluctant slow clap*
“Enchanted Sapient Cloaca”: good band name or best band name?
Starred for the comparison and the awesome user name.
“I personally know quite a few women who could kick Fucker Carlson in the fork so hard he’d go deaf. Duckworth could do it, and she’s got no legs.”