Lies, damned lies, and statistics. This article can most generously be called “poorly written.” The chart doesn’t fit the narrative. Double the first half 2015 pedestrian fatalities and you still fall in line with most other years. The only real takeaway I can come up with from this article is in the chart though.…

If it had any larger grille it would look like this.

We do to have a mountain. It is no where near Albertville and not really that tall to begin with.

Nothing looks like that between Rogers and Montana.

This is all ironic since I checked the internet and found out that Hondanonymous is in actuality Barbara Streisand. She says she would have gotten away with it too if it hadn’t been for us meddling kids.

Is it just me or does the fact that he looks cute and huggable while rockin’ 1.5 inch claws just seem wrong? Why has no one made a horror movie about this?

Is the matching Louis Vuitton shovel an option for this model?

No Jack also worked for Wendy’s

Is it just me or does that car look like it was inflated?

Rental car white or any other white from GM, Ford, or Chrysler after light weathering usually looks like white spotted with primer gray spots.

Just give me heat races and a feature and I will watch. Caution clock? Chase format? NASCAR got where it is by growing from its roots. Let’s return to those. Racing is not football. Don’t try to make it like football to get that demographic.

Two thoughts:

Me too. That is why I always insist that my vehicles airbag comes from Takata.

Volvo 850 PCV system. Overly complex, hard to get to, plugged regularly, and killed your rear main seal if left long enough.

Isn’t that ironic? You know, like black flies in your charddonay?

Four words. Titanium coated drill bits.

My car is silver. I hope it says when you find your unicorn you don’t pass it up in the vain hope you can find it in Nogaro Blue

My thought is he uses the same defense as Ecclestone.

They used low oxygen copper to provide a superior listening experience. Then sued everybody that uttered the word.

Mr. Drysdale does.