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I have no idea what’s trending where. I just typed out a close approximation to what I remember Jar Jar saying in the flick. It was something like, “Ani, meesa bein tinkin...” followed by more gibberish. In short, I dunno wtf I’m talking about.

Ah, gotta love ignorant assertions when they support your particular bullshit, but not when they run counter, amirite. Jesus. Sure, could be, but who was the racist? Maybe a prudish puritan, and most-likely racist, fellow passenger complained. My point is that there is a lot wrong with the way modern American bidness

Nah, man, there was a time when you did expect extreme design from the Vette. Matter of fact, that was about all you could expect. Up until the C4, Vettes wore some avant garde outfits. Shit, even the C3 is still a head-turner and a really outrageous design when you stop to inspect one or try to see out of one while

Devil’s advocate here, but not in the way you think. Maybe, just maybe, what occurred here was yet another example of employees trying their best to follow an ill-defined policy because some prudish puritan of a passenger complained and they (the employees) are more then likely subject to some out of touch customer

Technically it’s, “Meesa bein tinkin...” bullshit. Other than that, right on. Fuck that stupid Lucas shit. George, not Joseph...although, yeah, fuck that guy too. Matter of fact, fuck all this stupid Star Wars shit. It only finally got interesting with Rogue One, The Last Jedi and Solo, which naturally caused all

Yeah...not my Defender, but credit-rich poseurs will lap it up, and that’s the name of the game these days.

From the desk of our Commander in Chief:

I’ve never been a joiner and I’ve only ever posted here & there, sporadically, somewhat recently, but I was a reader from the get-go. This place has never been the same since those nascent days and my feelings on that are both relevant and irrelevant...all that matters is that Davey G. was here, being wonderfully

I dig the guy below. It’s from a late-nineties Mitsu Mirage. The tail/brake light is the top triangle, the very bottom is a reflector and the white band in the middle is split between the turn and reverse lights. The reverse light is closest to the vehicle’s center, while the turn lamp is outboard and sort of looks

For me it has and plenty of others too. Sure, everyone is expendable, but some of us work hard enough to come close to being a necessity. I’m always genuinely surprised by the genuine surprise on the faces of slack-asses who are the first to go when cutbacks come. Seriously, man, you wanna keep your job/move up the

I actually work and make myself valuable to the organization so I’m never one they want to lose. It ain’t rocket science.

To be fair, some folks need to be fired.

Speaking of relative power (which is something I’d rather talk about than the Neon...which I dug at the time, btw), people nowadays are spoiled with that shit. I mean, this place is just lousy with horsepower and people take it for granted. Hell, Camries packing near 300 ponies have been a thing for a decade! But

Whatever. They did a lot right in the eighties too. For example, snorting blow off a hooker’s ass is easily the best way to snort blow.

This actually happened to me once (like 25 years ago!) when I was pulled over early one winter morning with a frozen-shut driver’s window & door (I had to crawl in through the passenger’s side). I yelled as loud as I could to the copper that my door was frozen shut & tried to mime my intention of exiting through the

Damn right!

I’ve always appreciated honest, simple cars that just do what they’re supposed to, and I still do, but there was a time when I was also enamored with high-zoot modern luxury like big XJs and S-classes. That last bit is no longer the case. Maybe it’s simply because I prefer cloth over leather and simple over complex,

There’s nothing wrong with a “grocery-getter” or a “daily driver.” Some folks have realized you can’t have one vehicle for all your purposes as all you end up doing is compromising, so they wind up with multiple vehicles to fit specific needs/tasks. Others prefer to have a project or weekend car that satisfies a

I know those guys!

No mention of Oakland, the main brand Pontiac was companion/sub-brand to?Yeah, I don’t blame you. GM was definitely brand-goofy. Goofy enough to introduce “companion makes.”