Seriously, this. I keep using lack of space as an excuse to not get an old car, but I could totally do this project in my shed.

The fact that you spelled grille “grill” twice should disqualify you from offering commentary on automotive styling. That and putting that fantastic Cadillac hood ornament on the list.

“Some serious PL/AE (equation for deflection at the end of a beam).”

The most important tool for disassembling anything with small parts:

It’s too bad they’re such idiot magnets. I can’t take mine anywhere without people cornering me to say she’s too skinny or to launch into a monologue about how awful dog racing is.

It only took me one broken stud to learn that the WD40 should go on the night before I plan on taking the snows off.

An even dumber move when I lived in a place where none of the auto parts stores were open on Sunday.

That’s not welding either.

Not to mention the cognitive dissonance of saying that meat flavored chips can’t possibly ever work, but biscuits and gravy might.

Racing to inevitable conclusion of JB Weld and beer.

Not as horrific as the ones involving a “broken bolt extractor”.

Oh, it’s flushed all right.

Right, totally impossible to spin a car in the pits.

“You’d think he’d pick another lane, maybe,”

The open lane was to the inside, which might be just a little hard to hit without brakes.

You can tell the Sonett was still designed by aerospace engineers because the coolant overflow tank doubles as a strut tower brace. NP.

What you really mean is that all car fanbases are neglected. Flat brimmed baseball cap sales aren’t exactly a major revenue stream for any car maker.

Probably going to have to face the end of this one pretty soon.

But the most expensive mud flaps from Porsche are the ones you ask them not to put on.

At the very least, let they guy doing 80 go just to keep the cops busy. +20 is big dollars.

“causing those people to pass more dangerously”