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Tough to narrow it down but really fun to think about. Thanks for this!

Guess they wanted to grab ‘em by the...rich Corinthian leather.

Junior year of high school circa 1988 I was selected to be the chauffeur for the evening’s meddling behind the wheel of my buddy’s diesel Rabbit. There were four large dudes and one young lady crammed together and I managed to cut off a funky old conversion van as we got on the 210 freeway mainly because I had the

I think SEMA matters because without it, we’d lose so many episodes of every single “car build” show because the plot lines wouldn’t make sense without the all important neon lit deadline to get the car to the show.

Sweet Jesus. I rolled a B13 Sentra four times and walked away with a mild concussion and a busted rib. Of course, it had a super bitchin rollcage in it and I was wearing a HANS and all the other required safety goodies. Although the inner cabin did not deform in my wreck largely due to the added structure my cage guy

I routinely park my filthy aircooled stuff and my 3.0 liter TDirty in Clean Vehicle spaces. I feel no humiliation and in fact I get kind of a bang out of it so I guess I may owe VW some cash.

Sounded like he gave it just a slight hit of loud pedal right before it all went scheißehaus. I had a rain race once in a Fox body Mustang on Hoosier slicks and the only way I could keep it straight was to keep it on two barrels the whole way around the course. I got lapped three times by some clever bastard in a ITC

I use the term with nothing but love, cuate.

Those wire wheels covers from VatoZone really make that car as if the beige over Werther’s original was not strong enough.

This is where you get into trouble as a rulemaker. Once you start going off the page and into the realm of subjectivity, you are going to get tangled up in a serious Gordian knot at some point. Either codify and meticulously define the exceptions to the technical regulations so as to remove all question of intent and

I think the key here at Stef points out is that this was on the cool down when the marshals may be out of their protected positions and other equipment may be in a place where it is not when the track is under green and hot. One somewhat expects a bit of argy-bargy under green conditions and you’re ready to move if

I have enough time in that this was prior to LeMons in another four letter race sanction but I love the great stuff they have come up with to make a DQ or reposition look like mild penalties.

If I was the RD he would be working a corner or riding the tow truck so he that he could realize how titanically stupid that move was. Oh, he’d also have to sing “I’m a Little Teapot” at the drivers meeting. You’d be amazed how well that works.

I have two of the TDirty 2013 3.oL Cayennes and this has been an interesting ride for sure. One of them was bought new and the other was CPO so the warranties for both have been extended out to 6/100 and 8/125 respectively. The question now becomes for us whether the proposed fix will completely ruin the cars. If it

I usually carry whatever relay is most like to take a dump and strand me (i.e. DME relay, 3.2 triad of doom, Beetle voltage regulator), fuses, alternator/generator belts, oil, that super mend-o-matic tape they sell at the state fair, and enough snacks to keep me from getting fussy while I wait for AAA to arrive. It’s

It’s a beaut with switchbacks and plenty of elevation to make the brake linings stink. My grandfather and Mom told me stories about it when they used to travel there in the ‘50's from Boise so when I was visiting Lewiston it seemed like a good idea to try it with my cousin in a rented Isuzu Trooper. The truck handled

Good grief. Is it me or is Chris Evans more or less biting every aspect of Pee Wee Herman’s style from the odd yelling narration to the funny sprinting around the stage with his cheeks clenched like he’s holding back a week’s worth of Taco Bell? Dang do I miss the old crew.

I am contemplating “SMKD PIG” or “TDIRTY” for my diesel Cayenne. No clue how the hell they are going to handle the 3.0's but I hope to hell they don’t mess them up as I dearly love my reasonably hoonable SUV that can tow my Beetle with ease and get 34 MPG highway whilst carting offspring to temperate vacation

Those are actually marks indicate the precise spot where multiple drivers ran out of either talent, tire, or luck.

I think B-21 Castrator would certainly strike fear into the gonads of the enemies of freedom and justice.