Just like the Spanish Inquisition. 

+1. Flogging big yank tanks is crazy fun. My teenage years were chock full of New Hampshire dirt road pseudo-rally stages in a 1974 Chevelle 4 door. When weight transfer is glacially slow you can play the steering wheel like a violin in a slow sad song while bombing through nature at stupid velocities. It’s wonderful.

I don’t see it. The commode is in a room with a pocket door.

Go to the autowreckers and grab an obd2 plug out of some random car and cut off about 6 inches of wire with it. remove the oem obd2 and hide it in the side panel of the dash and install the new “ fake” obd2 plug and tape up the extra wires to some random harness. If they can not access the obd2 to pound new key codes…

Star for the Clarkson reference. 

As the salaried Manufacturing Engineer writing the instructions for the shop, I know WHAT needs to be done intimately. HOW to do it is completely different. When our union went on strike, we salaried folks were called to work in the shop. Since some of the salaried folks had previously worked in the shop, we…

And then you’d get fired. And then you’d wonder if there was some sort of group you could join to protect you from this kind of situation.

It really depends on which desk job it happens to be.

This has me contemplating what it would be like if the people in my office had to build the stuff we make where I work.

Gee.  A bunch of vehicles all stolen from within what’s typically considered a secure area and no camera footage at all?  Sounds like a theft-ring operating within the people employed at the airport to me...

A friend had one in high school. When the concept of “slow car, fast” first came up here years ago, his car was the first one I thought of. We had so much fun hooning that thing on the dirt roads of our high-desert hometown - like some sort of one-car fantasy rally :D

Its a bold thing to admit to your non-first place status. It only works if you are the underdog though.

New Jersey, you say?

Pretty much the entire intermountain west has 85 regular gas.

That’s standard operating procedure in mountain areas even if that particular gas station is near sea level. They rightly assume that a lot of these cars will be driven to higher elevations given the area. Example: you may fill up your car at a gas station in Denver at 3,000 feet elevation and then head west on I-70…

Wow - I stand corrected. 85 octane is indeed for sale in the US at elevation! WTF people. That’s nuts. 

Originally mini-truckers were just turning regular pickups into dump truck with a hydraulic dump bed. Those were actually supremely useful. From there on, of course, they got crazier and crazier with side to side tilt etc, and eventually it evolved into this ‘bed dancing’ thing.

Exactly. I pulled out a couple of drawers in the kitchen cabinet to see inside the closed-in area behind. Yeah, bunch of crap in there, including a screwdriver. Free tools!

and with the arm, you could open the kitchen window and just dump it trough straight into the kitchen!

Yeah, this isn’t my scene, but anyone shitting on it just doesn’t like fun.