Horses are pretty neat.

Nope... hate cars.

Until you realize you can’t get snow tires for the rims :(

If I were allowed to be the wildly eccentric billionaire I’m supposed to be, I’d buy it and sell it for $500 to the LeMons team that submitted the best crayon rendering of its racing livery.

That would pretty much smoke the X5M, no? And probably cost a Miata less.

PAGING ANDREW COLLINS, Paging Andrew Collins...

There are no door handles, it’s a button. I have a 2007 and there is a lever on the floor next to the seat in the case of power loss.

This is why some systems should stay mechanical instead of going electrical.

You 17% are the reason the aliens won’t talk to us.

It’s not about time here, it’s about context. Secretariat ran against Sham and a handful of non-challengers, and Sham burned out trying to match Secretariat’s pace. It’s easy to think that Secretariat’s huge win was just an illusion of poor competition.

And then you see that the pack that finished 31 lengths behind…

Watching Sham, a tremendous horse who would have been a triple crown contender any other year, in the Belmont is amazing. He ran with Secretariat for half the race, and got beat by 50 lengths. That is what happens to a normal horse when it tries to run at that pace for a mile and a half.

The Bible verse would be the first thing that would have to go.

It’s amazing enough, but the Eastern Front is where scale loses all meaning.

640,000 total for WWII. That’s 2,560,000 sore asses.

The scale of D Day never ceases to amaze me.

This would be my daily (winter) driver. Because traffic.

Sometimes you just need a 105mm gun strapped haphazardly into your aircraft: