Or, at the very least, a silk curtained opera window.

It’s every racing engineer’s dream to get his own line in the rule book.

Hella not-flush

At the beginning, it looks like she was heating up a key with the lighter, so I’m going to go with icy fuel door lock. Heating the key up again while it’s in the lock, however, is a dipshit thing to do even when the lock isn’t right next to a fuel nozzle.

I don’t know how the door got opened, but at the beginning she’s clearly heating up a key before putting it into the lock. The fire started when she tried to heat the key up more without taking it out.

The Rover’s going to get jealous when she sees a flatbed roll up and, it isn’t for her.

Next time...

No. She was trying to de-ice the lock on her gas cap.

“This the automotive equivalent of a Swedish supermodel”

Who would go through all the trouble of getting custom linkages made and end up with that bad of a shifter placement?

But who’s going to teach that kid how to hold a fountain pen correctly?

“In the early 1900s, the large desert area surrounding Bombay Beach saw heavy rainfall, turning the desert into California’s largest lake, known as the Salton Sea.”

I’m not seeing a power steering pump in there either.

On the bus. You’ll be taking that trophy home, on the bus.

Followed by, “I should probably dig in deeper with my claws so I don’t fall off.”

And have louvers.

That’s an inflatable torch, not a saddle. I’m guessing this was taken at the London Olympics.

Just so much ‘90s...

That is still a poor substitute for a big knob.

If you live in a place with an actual “climate”, being able to operate all of the HVAC controls with gloves on (ie. not on a touch screen) is a requirement.