I make enough money to just barely afford the monthly payment if I got rid of all other fripperies in my life.

The 2nd gen Prius was fine. The car was fucking fine! The meat behind the steering wheels were intolerable. They were either smug-ass dicks or mentally deficient idiots, either way incapable of being civil on the road, either by intention or by ability.

Can I start hanging out with the people you hang out with?

BEEFTANK‏ @BEEFT4NK  19 Sep 2014

We could have a little Pan-Asian strip mall!

I presume you mean, “Why don’t we call them electric engines?” and not, “Why don’t you get into more pedantic arguments about engine and motor nomenclatures?”

I want to be a good passenger. I try not to give people reasons to offer me poor service in exchange for my money, and I believe the relationship between customer and any good or service provider is symbiotic at its core.

If you were raised in an Asian household that may be of some significance. It was in mine.

I’m fine with the interchangeability of engine to motor and vice versa. But no one calls it an electric engine, so I divvy them up along those lines just to prevent confusion. I’m not such a dickhole that I’ll argue with someone if they want to call an ICE a motor, that’s just... why would you do that? There’s so many…

Reminds me of SBNation’s Breaking Madden articles by Jon Bois. I love this kind of stuff. BEEFTANK forever.

Not in the area much but I will check it out if I am!

Thanks, I like yours as well.

I’ve gotta get around to trying that.

It’s a tiny Kia dealership run by a Korean family out of an old Pizza Hut.

In my perfect Honda garage, it’s this, gen 1 NSX, gen 2 NSX, and Ridgeline. Should cover me for anything.

This can be applied to any new driver, gender irrelevant, but this Iranian video is the first thing that came to mind. Should be a big message somewhere - don’t do this, anyone. I think it also gave ammunition to men who still didn’t want women to drive.

I was genuinely worried. I hoped it was speech to text but didn’t want to make an assumption. I once sent a speech to text message to my wife that led to rather unsavory misunderstandings later. I just pull over the car now.

A Hotel on Boardwalk would be $2000. But I’ll be nice and take Atlantic Ave, Ventnor Ave, and Marvin Gardens if you can’t pay.

Aw... I miss my Nyacura now.

I’m still shocked that my margarine spread isn’t butter. I have a ways to go before I can process that wheel spin.