Sienna Miller makes my pants all hurty.
Sienna Miller makes my pants all hurty.
As do I. I've been looking for a set for my pre-facelift 500E for aaaages...
How much difference in power is there between a 4.6 and a 5.0?
Those AP brakes on the 500E are a very good idea. Mine has the upgraded SL600 setup which is found on the later '93 and '94 cars but they can still get a little bit tired when you've got to haul 1.7 tonnes of car to a stop.
Gary Johnson's MV F3 at this year's Tourist Trophy also sounds pretty bloody amazing.
Automotive triples sound rubbish because they rev lethargically. How about a nice 885ccc carburettored triple with open filters and no silencing worth writing home about?
Neutral: Is GM Doing The Right Thing? Did they give up too soon, or is Opel the way to go?
I guess the WBC have a right to picket, express themselves and generally make nuisances of themselves. What irritates me is that I don't have the right to knock seven shades of shit out of these ignorant, knuckle-dragging, chrome-plated, weapons-grade fuckmooks should I ever come across them.
Please tell me that thing to the right of the centre console isn't a sodding cupholder.
What utter misguided tripe. You deserve a medal.
Pretty sure that's a hillclimb, not a rally.
There's something of the Audi 100 coupé and Fiat Dino in that first one, it's bloody lovely.
I'm not so sure. I don't think people outside the US will be too fussed about it not being available as a manual.
Fair enough, I see your point. However I still can't get on board with the prevailing wind that the addition of a manual transmission is the panacea for all automotive maladies...
What an epic slab of nothingness...
I see your point, however surely there are better places for the manual gearbox than a pickup truck with the dynamic properties of a recently skinned walrus?
Surely the reason that a manual truck is unobtanium is because it's not actually a necessity?
Perhaps I am misunderstanding the context. However fitting a manual transmission, which apparently is the hallmark of the joy of driving, to something that handles like a freshly killed cow seems to be somewhat misguided.