You can scoff all you want. Fisker is a brilliant man who knows beauty. The only depressing part of all this is how someone can judge a design over an image on the internet.

You can't forget the recent Honda quality issues. If you knew what they were trying to get away with and hide, you'd never want to touch a modern Honda again.

They already essentially confirmed development of these engines over a year ago.

This is terribly unethical and incompetent. Any law-enforcement officer who contends they have a right to pull-off such unwarranted acts should be locked up.

Spot-on review. I review this review to be a 100/100.

My first thought was that it looks like a piece of shit.

Viscous Takeoff Engine Control

This has always fallen under the "timeless design" category for me.

Hmm. I was actually expecting it to be another reiteration of the Toyota Harrier.

I'm sure some people will buy them through their business for personal use. I would.

Ferrari 456 and 612 drivers usually aren't this bad in all honesty.

Yeah, I know. I read the whole thing.

Yeah, of course. But don't you think it's more dangerous to take a 50 year-old garage project into speed of that territory? You'd have parts flying everywhere after trying to come to a quick stop, and a huge fire to put out if you make a wrong move. It would probably self-destruct anyway,

It's still part of the panel. They just said it to make the point that nothing has truly carried over.

GM also said it's keeping a panel for the taillights, but that's it.

The ROADOG. It's a 3400-lb Chevrolet Nova-powered I4 garage-welded motorcycle with the ability to kill you instantly going 100 mph down the freeway. All of this made by a guy named Wild Bill in 1965.

This is inexplicably bad.

It's a nice short vid, but the movie turns it into the wrong direction. Aliens invading because of some inanimate objects? I don't know about that.

The idea of this movie is already stupid anyway. The animations are the only thing interesting to me.

What's even worse is they have no problem flying something that feels like it could rip apart in any second.