i wouldn’t recommend any less than 6-10 cans of brake cleaner.  i seem to go through a full can on even the most mundane jobs.

i’m always saying this. and then doing the work, i break 1 impossible-to-find bolt that i spend the next 3 weeks trying to locate.

i have always had an irrational love for the 4-door r34!

so i’ve got these things called “bills”. if i don’t pay them, corporations take things away and i end up living in the street begging for change.

skill doesn’t equal taste

i feel like most of the more recent one’s have been ‘best-of-3'...

...and that ladies and gentlemen is why i vote Giant Meteor. twice the size, double the brain power, and a it’s own gravity to boot!

no, this is like taking a beautiful woman, hacking off her head, sewing a fish head onto the corpse, and then trying to tell everyone it’s your lovely wife.

and TERRIBLE wheels.

My local race track did that dance 15 years ago during the last housing boom.  Now they left the grands stands, tore up the track, and put soccer fields that no one ever uses to taunt us.

Seems like it would have been smarter for the cops to have made a verbal agreement. “If you guys happen to be doing your thing in this lot, we’re going to focus on reorganizing our trunk over there. Where we can’t possibly see what’s going on”.

Bending over in the wrong shower?  Is that really a thing?

The fact that it is what is/has happened in socialist states seems to evade most of the people bringing it up

more like advertising vomit in a toilet.

i think of the aztek every time i see a crosstour, or x1/x3, and whatever the mercedes version is.

the thought of anyone lovingly washing and waxing a ‘garage-kept’, ‘never saw rain’ accord crosstour like a priceless ferrari, well, i’ll be honest. it sort of disgusts me.

AMV. Alternative Mini Van

i hereby nickname this “the penis cam”.

it’s gotten so bad, i’ve seriously looked into renting a billboard for a month.

it was less about the pay wall, and more about how they were starting to fall into a rut overall of discovery car shows— implied deadlines and tired old catch phrases...