I drive an electric car, and ride a bike to work. But I come here because I love cars.
I drive an electric car, and ride a bike to work. But I come here because I love cars.
That is incredible.
No.
It’s a bit like that with full-size trucks in Australia. Instead of utilitarian vehicles, they’re seen as muscle machines, and sold at prices that reflect that (though much of that is due to import, RHD conversion, and taxes).
From memory, NZ MOT tests are concerned with structural rust. Bodywork is allowed a little, but anything near the chassis or pillars etc. will have your vehicle failed. That seems like a reasonable compromise. It’s also a good reason to get out the sander and spraypaints as soon as you find rust.
Hominem means man. You mean ad feminam.
Yes, surely that would lower your blood pressure to about 1 atmosphere.
How do I know you won’t turn me in to the DEA?
Those “morons” are my friends and family. You’re saying that you’re okay with them dying.
Yes. No new combustion engine powered cars, anywhere. (They’ll probably be sold in Africa and Cuba for the next few decades.)
This car doesn’t exist.
I usually wait until it’s wet and gushy.
That launch was a smashing success, as Tesla broke into a new market. Their presentation wasn’t bulletproof, but gave us a window into their product. I’m confident they will crack their sales targets.
VinFast also recently bought Holden/GM’s testing facilities at Lang Lang in Australia.
In that case: a 911 Turbo S is a sound choice.
Here’s an idea. What if one day you kept going and never stopped?
Ignore the haters, I love your comments here. You had me laughing over breakfast with your lesbian Eagle take.
It’s a pity that those buyers don’t seem to be considering the Taycan, which is wickedly fast, extremely comfortable, much better in traffic, and can take passengers on the weekend. But the idea of speed is too much for many, even when they’re crawling between stoplights.
I’m holding off until it comes out as a wagon. Ferrari, why do you hate wagons???
The President of Timor-Leste used to drive a blue Moke around the capital of his small island nation, picking up pretty young international women who were impressed by his rugged stubble and Nobel Peace Prize.