I have a Suzuki X-90 and I love it. It’s charming and quirky, has 4 wheel drive, t-tops, and I don’t think it’s that bad looking. There, I said it.

I’m 29 and I’ve noticed that I’m much more emotional for some reason as I get older. I don’t know what it is, but I find myself crying at just about any heart-string moment in a movie nowadays. But the waterworks are almost unstoppable at the end of Furious 7. From the second they’re all on the beach and Brian is…

One of the things I really can’t stand hearing from someone I’m riding with is, “am I clear over there?” Especially in a car they’ve had for any length of time. I refuse to ride on the highway with one friend in particular because his sensory awareness behind the wheel is waaaay below the “bad driver” threshold.

About a year ago, my girlfriend and I accepted an invite to a Tiki Bar Tour from another couple. They’re good friends of mine that I’ve known for years, but my girlfriend was new to the crew and unfamiliar with our high-functioning alcoholism and tendency for misadventures.

It was me indeed. They call me in for this sort of thing.

But that seems to be the point of the story. The fact that he egregiously condemns another human being to a doomed fate in a selfish act to curb his own loneliness, is the exact discussion you should have after reviewing the story. A character committing something terrible does not make the story bad. From the…