Wow. just wow. So pointy. So edgey. I believe that it was created from designed from a blank sheet of paper, just that it was crumpled up in a pocket somewhere, so it ended up all creased. An no matter how ghastly that interior cockpit it, the little boy in me might have let out an audible squeak at the look of that…

Yeah I’ve been replaying some shitty behavior in my 20s in my mind. I was pushy at times. I never ignored a hard no, but I did try to get people to change minds, stuff like that. I feel a little sick thinking about it, and I wish I knew then what I know now.

The first thing the reporter said got me going.

Fucking this. If i lived in a neighborhood where there was a Ferrari racing up and down the street at full throttle every day I’d be happy. Instead I get kids in 20-year-old lowered Civics and Born-To-Be-Mild Harley riders.

I don’t mind loud car noises, I mind shitty loud car noises. High performance engines sound nice, regardless of what kind of engine. Poorly built engines and exhaust systems are a nuisance.

Tecccchnically I should have said “when the speed is least” or “when the velocity is closest to zero.”

Because “when velocity is least” could be when the car is in reverse depending on the coordinate system.

^This clarification is only going to matter to that ONE enginerd out there who’s got too much time on his/her…

Somewhere along the way we all forgot that F1 was (and remains) extraordinarily dangerous. 1994 San Marino happened and suddenly everyone started the handwringing. Oh, how could this have happened!, they said. It’s racing, that’s how.

I get what you’re saying here, but it’s a slippery slope. This primes a mindset that leads to everyone dressing like a slob and being inconsiderate to everyone else because “Well they don’t know who I am and I’ll never see them again, so why even try?” I know you’re not saying that it’s okay to be rude, but sometimes…

There’s a crossover where nice and comfortable meet, I aim for that. Then again, I’d rather be naked than seen in public wearing sweatpants.

yeah but you are in public - shouldn’t there be a minimum decorum level? if I dressed in gym clothes I would be embarrassed in this setting...and in turn I find all the slobs dressed like this to be embarrassing and gross. just my opinion but I can’t help it.

With that color on his McLaren, I bet he’s a real Highway Star.

Pretty much everyone in law enforcement has welcomed us for having approached the entire endeavor safely.

So dangerous that I was invited by the FBI and countless LE organizations to speak about how we determined the lowest traffic/safest day of the year to go, avoiding dangerous chokepoints and somehow not setting off hundreds of 911 calls. Incredibly, we did it more than once, without a hitch. Safety? I’m one of the…

Aside from the fact that Roy has repeatedly expressed regret for his exploits, whether you take that as genuine or not, you can’t argue with the facts’ that he prepared thoroughly, drove attentively, and has continued to advocate against distracted driving and for professional driver training.

The 456 is my favorite Ferrari because it’s just got so much class. Get one of those in dark blue and it could compete with any Aston for speed and refinement. And, since the V12 made so much torque, it was a pretty low-stress engine and ended up being relatively reliable.

Need for Speed taught me all about these beauties, and I’m pretty sure Nicolas Cage is pointing at a 550 when doing his “self-indulgent weiners” line in Gone in 60 Seconds. That line is pretty ironic now, considering that any 550 you’d see out and about is probably owned by a connoisseur and not a new-money whatever.

Harris on previous 911 GT3: “This is perfection!”

I’ll support unions when they go back to supporting their workers and members they’re supposed to support

As an almost millennial that is closing in on the big 4-0, I can say with confidence that Harley-Davidson bikes and the whole “culture” that surround it never did and will never be appealing to me.

Fixed it for you. He was behind the wheel. He gets the finger pointed at him.