Road rash = time served.

Mmmm...baked ziti. Poor kid must have had a dad that wanted it every week.

That is good indeed. It’s too bad his female passenger couldn’t have her permanent scars and ruined youth dismissed.

I hate to be vindictive, but this fucker should be chained to the prison bus bumper and dragged to his new home. Then again, he probably wouldn’t survive to meet Bubba and Snake.

I drove over (between the wheels) a tarantula in the SoCal desert and I felt it all the way up my spine. What a little girl I am.

Don’t the Ducks still have Desmo valves? If so, those buggers need professional maintenance.

Turning minimum retirement age come July. I gotta be honest - the only place I would drive nuts is a road course. I just ain’t got it anymore and surely don’t want to risk injury to myself or other travelers.

They are really milking this ex-Audi designer’s idea. It’s not getting old - it is old.

Please don’t crush it! Please don’t! Wah!

Damn! Who was in charge there? Wiley Coyote?

What a relief! Damned Indian food...

Here in Northern Jersey, I rarely even see Lexi in the left lane. They are probably Beta testing here? 

Are you gonna cry? Please don’t cry.

Dude, keep driving.

A 700 mile range gives me badder anxiety.

The one on the left is butt ugly. It’s even worse inside with that ridiculous chaperone partition.

My guess is that the rider ran wide, saw the Explorer coming and chose the cliff rather than becoming ground meat beneath the SUV.

The only things that are “worthless” in these cars are the engines. Oh, they will be recycled. Muhuhahaha...

I give no shits for these center pods. While everyone everywhere is screaming about distracted driving, style nazis are pushing center displays. Brilliant.

That’s it! Give them an adapter! With a white cord. And a Bluetooth SpeedoPod option. Yeah - that’s the ticket.