The LS motor doesn’t care. The LS motor is the drunk frat boy with a condom. “I’ll put it in that, in that, in that, that too.”

Bummed to see you were so desperate to leave a mean comment that you couldn’t be bothered to read the article.

According to the shared wisdom of jalops, it’ll crack allright.

If this was Jezebel, the title would’ve been “Entitled White Male Harasses Chinese Woman Online, Gets What He Deserves.”

Gift cards to buy apps, you say? Some suggestions, which may or may not yet be available on iTunes yet:

Only appropriate that on 4th of July the American once again conquers the Brit.

I think we’re at least 3 human generations or about 100 years until then. I think we’re 2 generations away from all vehicles being required to have autonomous ability and sensors. I see us at Gen 1 of this.

Picture it: The summer of 1992, a 15 year old PatBateman walks up to a theater, lies about his age (he looked older than his 16 year old buddy), and gets a ticket for an afternoon showing of Basic Instinct. He fell immediately in lust with Sharon Stone.

Have I got a story for you guys about getting stuck....

I used to move a friend’s chevy pickup around when I’d see it in a parking lot at any given place in the county. Looked kinda like the one below. Had some big chevy sticker across the back window and some hunting stickers too. Saw it at the fair, moved it about three spaces down and one over. Saw it at the golf course…

yo, homeboy got SNAKE on his license plate

I would just like to announce that yesterday I realized David Tracy is my neighbor.

1989 + 24 = 2013

The federally protected National park dunes are at the northwest corner of the Lower Peninsula, and at amazing. The sit perched high above Lake Michigan and are surrounded my more beautiful, pristine inland lakes (Big Glen/Little Glen, North Bar Lake, Lake Leelanau, Lime Lake). Amazing hiking, camping, motorcycle…

It does look gorgeous.

As one of the “random people” I’m going to miss learning about things I never knew were exciting to learn about. And I’ll miss being able to discuss now understood complaints about the lame F35 (which my husband also despises) and gaining knowledge and thus adoration for the A-10 (which my husband also adores)…

That part I can’t help you with.

Mike Burroughs himself has an insanely varied car collection.

Drive a ‘67 Chevy C10 with manual steering and then tell me how bad your Ranger is. Or better yet, a same vintage bobtail dumptruck with manual steering.