I’d believe that, usually, but we’re into some pretty idiotic times already (E30 anyone?), so...

You forgot Lamborghinis.

You don’t deserve a BMW.

With about 1.5 gallons of fuel now in the tank, I went to crank the Jeep. But it took a while for the mechanical pump to pull the fuel from the tank, and by the time my carburetor bowl had filled, my battery—which had been powering my hazards for about 45 minutes at this point—was toast.

That blue one there is one of my favorite interiors. I’d get a Camry if outrageous wasn’t my thing.

So that’s what came out of Pandora’s box. Well I’ll be damned.

radio and AC buttons were always worn down to nothing

Cut off? Nonsense.

Agenda 21!

I believe the current term is “second tier.” (and dropping)

“Our?” Yeah, no. Not mine. Not ever. Their obsession.

Having spent ten years in central FL with my own orange trees, can concur. My favorite time of year was when the OJ was 50 ft. from the back door waiting to be picked. And tangerines, and loquats, and...

Long as you got RTJ up next you gon be aight.

That’s why I much prefer singletrack. But then you see that van or VW shell out there in the woods and realize there’s no such thing as safe and we’re all going to die.

I think 160 cholesterol is as low as you can get it in Wisconsin, so yeah.

That’s what I was hoping for.

“Nobody’s forcing them to hang their arm over the wall.” Said some redneck.

I’ve loved drifting since before it existed.

Yep. Might as well run in the 9's if you’re gonna have to deal with that shit.

I think see smoke coming out the back before he leaves the track. Looks like it spit something out and slipped up.