Minnesota has a ton. Especially the Duluth area. I've had my Subie for 5 years, it's my first one. I'm having a VERY hard time finding anything to replace it that's not also a Subaru. That car with dedicated snow tires and a true manual is light years ahead of any other car I've had for snow driving.

Some of these big bad birds live in a fenced in area behind the Dairy Queen by my cabin. I have no idea why they're there, but I know they sure dig the ice cream. I've fed them ice cream. They're REALLY FRIGGIN WEIRD in person. And apparently super fast.

One of my first bikes was an '85 VF500F. I painted it bright white with no decals except the "VFOUR" on the chin fairing. I absolutely loved that bike, it was faster than any other 500 out there and the handling was confidence inspiring, to say the least. I had to sell it when it started knocking and I had to move for…

I completely agree with this. My only real hope is that the components in these systems will be fully modular with nice connectors. I'm sure they'll consider their own maintenance and repair staff at the dealerships in this engineering choice, but the aspect of proprietary tools and software packages makes me a little…

I'm fairly fond of being able to fix my own stuff. The idea that not only could repair practically require a Masters in Electrical Engineering, but can be potentially EXTREMELY DANGEROUS due to the risk of electric shock makes me fear that the days of home repair are ending...

I probably just missed this explanation earlier, but I'm having trouble finding a simple explanation. Perhaps someone can help me out.

The real prize goes to the first person to plant a liter-class or higher motorcycle engine in one. I'm thinking along the lines of ZX-14, Hayabusa, perhaps even call up Hartley and put an H1V8 in there...

Screw the brake fluid, that CBX in the background had my attention the entire time.

My great uncle was wheelchair bound, and my brothers and I always used to help him grocery shop. He was hilarious, and it was always pretty entertaining for grocery shopping, but I always got a sour taste whenever we'd see someone parked in a handicap spot who shouldn't be.

Maybe it's just me, but I have zero respect…

My brother had an '85 Z28 305 and I was always a fan of the TPI look. Maybe just because the thing went like a raped ape compared to the '82 Z28 I drove at the time, which was a 305 with a Quadrajet and Cali emissions.

We've got a pretty large parking lot where I work that's usually mostly empty, I make a point to whip many shitties in the snow when possible. I once was late for a 9:00am meeting, where my boss / coworkers could see me out the window from the conference room doing some donuts in the fresh powder. Like a bawss.

Ace Ventura style, baby!

Yet another reason I'm thankful that one of the first cars I drove was an angry, loud, stinky Z28 with t tops. Yeah, it wasn't fast. Yeah, it was excessively redneck. Yeah, it was a shitty old quadrajet on a 305 in front of a TH200.

Yeah, I still get a little sad when I remember the lost feeling of that exhaust rumble…

A prime example of why I can't have a BRZ as my only car.

Admittedly, I read/heard something like that somewhere and stole it. I tried to find the source, but couldn't. Either way, it's pretty much true.

Any car that is "LIMITED" or "LIMITED EDITION" that doesn't actually have a commemorative number plaque in it.

Ed Hardy stuff has always been relevant. Those folks are kind enough to adhere to a dress code that allows me to spot people I want to avoid without having to actually interact with them first. Think of it like bright colors on poisonous animals. Give a wide berth and you'll be better off for it.

Until very recently, the Minnesota Carver County Sheriff's office (I think) had one of these as their undercover car. No externally visible signs unless you were standing next to it.

Beautiful, but soulless.

I was going to say, not specifically the manifold, but example, the Series II 3800 intake manifold gasket issue. My dad lost one in his 98 Regal a few years back, with no real warning. Engine seized one day out of the blue.