I love Zanardi, but we might be burying the lede here.
When someone figures out how to snow drift a train, then I will be impressed.
If you do donuts on the moon, are they called Moon Pies?
She’s a beaut! I hope they don’t Tucker away for another half century.
I’m sure that poor car is all tuckered out after that.
Awesome. I am now one step closer to fixing the internet.
where the hell did i get britain from?
People may have called Martin a sap for going against the grain, but I think it showed strength to go out on a limb rather than lumber along with a more conventional design.
“Alright, we had to sell everything to pay the emissions cheating settlement. Does anyone have a car left for motorsports?”
The irony is, Rolls-Royce has always been about a car that you are never supposed to drive. You get in, give some commands, read your WSJ, drink your tea, hand off some grey-poupon to passers-by, and arrive at your destination without ever taking control of the vehicle. The car drops you at the front door of your…
The first thing the reporter said got me going.
Park it right behind your vintage WWII tank.. at some point they will cave! You’ll have them outgunned and be able to outrun them.. you can hoon about doing mad donuts in the culdesac flipping them the bird and telling them to carpe deez nuts baby!
But what about the poor, misunderstood press? All he wants is to do what he does best and do it to the best of his abilities, darnit! Now he is doubting his purpose in this cruel world where we celebrate the glory boy overinflated tire and put down the hard working, unassuming and efficient hydraulic press. I’ll have…
i mean, its about perspective, isn’t it?
...but two Wongs don’t make a White.
Stories like this are why I have complete confidence that our military will not in the near term be challenged by any sizable foreign force in any major war. Alarmists, representing various organizations of government or defense industry, will point to the latest Russian tank or Chinese missile and claim that our…
Every good story needs a dickhead