Simple, buy the Charger - it’s a family car.
Simple, buy the Charger - it’s a family car.
“Honey look, it comes in a 4 door. Yes, yes, Of course car seats will fit, it’s a cavern back there. And little fivepointnine Jr. really likes the little kitty emblem on the front quarter.”
Only 76 Porsche 911 Turbo Flatnoses were ever made for 1994. It was an option so rare on this 964-generation 911…
the emergency responders use their loud speakers.
So when emergency services show up to a car with what reasonably appears to be a dying person in it, you want them to go “wait! Lets ensure this isn’t a mannequin!” before they attempt a rescue? Sounds like bad public policy.
Fuck Uber. They keep constantly doing shady things and act as if the world owes them.
And he...he could just reach back and put the roof up. All it takes is one hand, easiest convertible top in history, yet he still has it down.
It’s an NC. Not surprised. The heater in the NC was amazing. It could melt your shoes. I always drove top down in winter in it, because otherwise it was way too hot inside. I’d even roll the windows down cause it would still get too warm.
You’re not living that Mazda Miata life until you’ve driven a couple of hours through Cleveland traffic in a…
Potentially all of them!
So a more accurate headline would have been “Watch a Pipe Wrench Get Forged into a Janky Piece of Crap”.
What does one look for in a city car? Good visibility, ease of parking and at least some general zippiness, I would…
The Mercedes was just a Trojan Horse. Now the rabbit can munch away on an entire lot of yummy, wire-filled Mercs. It’s a symbiotic relationship. The rabbit gets to nibble the sweet, sweet Teutonic wiring while the service department rakes in the repair-bill cabbage.
This is good internet.
You friggin’ people. You have no idea how to film a video. All you did was weaken the internet today. That’s all you did. You put people’s viewing in danger. Sweet dreams, son.
That depends on which pixellated John Cleese you go for…
Fair enough.
- You’re Archie Leash!
There’s just no way to describe how loud those things are when they blow. I was on a motorcycle once 2 lanes over and about 2 car lengths behind an 18-wheeler when one of his tires exploded. It was so loud, so so damn loud, loud enough that your spinal cord starts ordering up reactions before your brain has time to…
While most people are busy trying to make a difference and change the world in a positive way, I find myself deep in…