vestigialbrain
vestigialbrain
vestigialbrain

I feel your pain as a fellow broad guy. It can be hard to find shirts that fit right in your size, much less car seats. The challenges I’ve had in finding a car seat that works for me makes me wonder whether the truck and SUV phenomenon isn’t necessarily directly related to inverse organ size, but seat comfort. I

Funny you mention that. As soon as I got rid of my much-maligned Nissan Altima, I promptly picked up a 1993 Volvo 245. I used to have an ‘88 244 many moons ago, but forgot how different the interior packaging is from modern cars. That said, holy carp, the seats were like a breath of fresh air on the 100 mile drive

This is all very interesting. As someone who considers comfort foremost, I particularly noticed your piece on the seats and Mazda’s development on them.

I certainly hope the end result is better than Nissan’s “NASA inspired” Zero Gravity seats. Those alleged a lot of similar human body structure research and ended up

Sorry, Nissan junk is still junk. And special Nissan junk is still special junk.

CP

Sorry Torch, but two wrongs don’t make a wight.

There’s no love lost for Nissan on my part. Nissan sucks. I’m not sure whether their dealer body or their corporate support is worse.

Long story short, I bought a 2016 Nissan Altima and there was a flaw with the seat design that caused chronic sciatica for me (I’m actually in shape). I dealt with it for a couple of

They say a picture is worth a thousand words. Let’s just try three words and a symbol to explain this one:

Yum, ‘dem Incas...

Yusss! A NNR I can really appreciate!

Perhaps you should have kept that love a secret.

‘Bout tree-fitty.

Welp, we’ve officially hit peak truck. Jumped the truck-shark. Brace yourself for the downward spiral. I don’t know what else to say.

MA sucks and so does flying.

Sir Mix-a-Lot would have words with you regarding your Honda comment.

My vote is for “The Ball Joint.”

1993 Volvo 245 stuff.

It’s impossible for the Jeep market to get oversaturated. Too many are taken off the road (no pun intended) by virtue of their owners totaling out on a trail, a “hold my beer” moment or the vehicles themselves catastrophically fail.

That said, there’s many out there still held together by bailing wire, bubblegum and

“It was a sports edition, so its balls felt really grounded to the ground.”

True fact, I pulled out a your mom joke on a guy whose mother died many years prior. Luckily, the time passed had made the sting mild but I was embarrassed as hell.