Literally no one interested in an AMG and especially one that will cost over $150k cares about their gas mileage.

Instead Americans will by more “cross-overs” so they can convince themselves that they are cool and didn’t buy a wagon.

Try Yabusame, Japanese horseback archery. The control of Equestrian events plus precision archery. I would watch the fuck out of that. ah. what the hell...

I honestly think I did a pretty good job with mine, trying to stay as close as possible to stock, with some nice touches. The top two pictures are recent, since the addition of the Italian stripes.

It’s only a matter of time before we see a Tavarish article on the Gallardo.

And the reliability of a 90's Chevrolet.

Ok? What’s that have to do with anything?

“A medal isn’t certain or anything, but there’s nothing to be afraid of.”

Life hack: if your answer is “no,” then the meaning of the question becomes irrelevant

Things you should never do in a CVT vehicle:
1) Drive a CVT vehicle

Motherfucker!

As the archery commentators remarked about the Olympic bow draw weight (50ish lbs or whatever), I dropped some nerd knowledge on my wife, telling her that English longbows recovered from the Mary Rose had draw weights in the range of 150 lbs (lowest being 100 lbs, highest being 185 lbs).

THANK YOU. I’ve always thought modern sport archery was such a sham.

When I close my eyes, I can still see the divots in the turf.

I completely agree with this hot archery take. At this point they might as well be guns. Olympic archery should start with a bow made by the competitor from a single Oak tree they felled with an axe that made from a different oak tree.

I am in full agreement with this take. I hate modern archery. Look at that damn “bow”. How does it even require skill anymore? There’s so many stabilizers and guides and, I dunno, personal massagers attached to the damn thing that you could probably put it down, get a milkshake, and watch it score a bullseye for you.

“That toughness comes in handy in a place like North Dakota. You see, up there, jamming your numb fingers against someone’s ice-cold helmet happens every practice. Getting decked on the cement-like dirt is just how a play ends.

From East Passyunk to Manayunk, from Port Richmond to Darby, from Chestnut Hill to South Philadelphia, we shall fight on.

I was at a Bears game over a decade ago. I remember the excitement of seeing the local kid and young star McNabb (because the Bears were, as usual, dogshit). Around the third quarter, I think, McNabb threw a completed pass. Suddenly a guy behind us goes into a full on racist tirade. I turn around and am surprised to…

I bet Riley Cooper had that ‘coon removed from the stadium.