It is the 90% of Maseratis that give the other 10% a bad name.

Everyone picks on the BiTurbo, just because it was a total piece of shit.

My brother and I actually went for a test drive of a Biturbo thinking it might be fun to go halves on as a project. We walked away where there was smoke ans the acrid scent of somethibg electrical burning 5 minutes into the test drive.

Time to fire up the Biturbo and tackle your Wednesday! If it, you know, works. Which it probably won’t.

When I was a kid in VT, there was this old garage/used car dealership that always had like 5 shitty cars out front for sale. Next to a fence on the edge of the property, right by the road, sat a Bricklin, rotting away. It was there for the entire 22 years I lived in VT. I always told myself I would come back one…

False. In the 70's your cigarette wouldn’t land on your lap, it would land on your girlfriends lap, who was sitting on yours while driving.

You of course, were drunk. Her not yet FDA approved hairspray was rubbing off into your mouth, since the approximate volume of hair was equal to a standard television set.

I can’t even stay in character, this is too good.

And to think, the only 24 hour auto mechanic in town was on meth. Huh! Live and learn, I guess.

It’s true. DOS wasn’t programmed to lie.

Especially if it smells like low tide.

Why didn’t he just post the pictures individually instead all of them in one of his stupid frames?

well look at you, animal judgy mc judgerson.

With all of the derision present in America today, let’s stop and take a timeout for what’s really important; doggos and kittahs.

Between my divorce and my house being robbed 10 years ago, I’ve become a minimalist as far as material things. Life can’t be replaced, stuff can.