Can’t overstate the importance of loss of confidence. There’s no one right answer, it’s just what your tolerance for hassle is at any given point. Great example: I replaced my wife’s 1999 Mazda Protege in 2008 with a new car despite the fact that the Protege was low mileage and in decent shape, but all sorts of…

And... Scene!

Which usually happens because parts stores no longer carry replacement parts. Yup...that's old.

As long as manufacturers keep updating it... which as it stands right now isn’t a very long time.

My Mazda 3 is 14 years old and has 150,000 miles on it. But it’s been maintained the whole time and never abused, so it still looks basically new. I wouldn’t call it an old car.

It becomes an old car when you start making repairs with non-automotive products.  Spackle, tar, Gorilla glue, picture hanging wire, twine, tape, wood screws, etc.

COTD

When David Tracy offers to buy it.

Of all the people in this world with their head up their ass, I promise you, Flea is not one of them. If you can’t recognize that Flea is legitimately operating at another level all together, that’s on you. 

The capitalization of his entire name is sadlarious and indicative of how they worship this assclown as their new Republican Jesus.  Trump is to redneck simpletons as Reagan is to trust fund frat boys.

take him away, take him away, take him away now!

I like pleasure spiked with pain and getting tossed from Lakers games. 

It feels like Anthony Kiedis should have gone through the “get thrown out of places” phase of his life, like, a while ago.

Are they sure they didn’t mishear Kiedis shout “Suck My Kiss” and he simply didn’t realize that noone on the Lakers would be old enough to get the reference?

He has season tickets, too, but he plans to give them away now.

I can imagine that he doesn’t ever want to feel like he did that day. 

This is truly the American dream.  One day, we may live in a society where police completely abuse their power regardless of race, ethnicity, or creed. Brings a tear to my eye.

8 cops to arrest one stoned white guy. Eight.

“We were afraid for our lives!” — Officer 1