Replicas I understand and there’s some valid cases for their existence.

In this case, you get a replica because the authentic original is exorbitantly valued. And I’m pretty sure the insurance premium to actually drive an example anywhere outside of closed-course events is probably equally exorbitant. Also, in the case…

Not a kid.  This is garbage.  A transmission swap away from being nice garbage, but still garbage.

This is one of those times where, yet again, I’m gonna be that guy.

Any Cobra replica better have a third goddamn pedal and failing that is an instant crackpipe vote. As others have pointed out, this thing’s also a stretched-out “tribute” meant for some aging boomer who wants to feel cool again but knows any modern…

Probably more like “old ‘Murrican truck guy,” as outside of heavy-duties (and apparently Dodge, see below), they’ve become about as rare as hen’s teeth.

I couldn’t even think of the last iron-blocked (US) domestic passenger car. I thought maybe the Ford Taurus with a Vulcan in the mid-aughties but some quick Wiki-Fu…

I’d also bet they live in a McMansion housing-development with an HOA that gives you three very specific color options for your front door and only approves of white Christmas lights. Strings, not icicle lights, you property-value-depressing heathen.

Seeing as they lead us headlong into the economic disaster that was the late-aughties, early-tens, destroying trillions in value while somehow coming out (more than) alright themselves, I’ll allow virtually any shit-talking of the financial sector.

“If the chassis code begins with an ‘F’ run far, far away?

That said, I thought every BMW since time immemorial leaked before 100K? It’s why I spot-check my N55 every couple thousands miles, as it hungers for serpentine belts.

The biggest surprise here is that this wasn’t a new WarioWare game.

Cool, so you understand the physicality involved, and physicality versus virtuality is kinda the key. X Games I get: it’s some maniac with a piece of sporting equipment, be it a deck, snowboard or BMX bike. Those kids have the x-rays, scars and blood all over the place. They get in, regardless of how douche-y that…

On one hand, I appreciate that. Content creators should be compensated when possible. The various “classic” consoles prove we’ll happily open our wallets when a convenient, well-executed means is available. Even when we choose to pirate, the various RetroPie rigs prove we have no issue spending money to have our…

I know I’m asking for it but. . .

Serious question: have you ever shot a firearm? Nope, no hurrdurr-2A-GadsdenFlagonmahpickup bullshit, just a sincere question. No desire to personally own a gun but a couple friends and I used to shoot for laughs at the local target range ages ago: it was a good way to kill some…

It’s. . . okay. This game’s probably a 60% plus discount buy, if I remember it exists in a year.

That said, sorry, but this style of mecha/tuner game peaked with AC4/ForAnswer. I was really hoping that this game was essentially a spiritual successor to those two, and the demo felt more like ACV and left me cold. Sadly,…

Oddly enough, opposite here. The eyes are “flat” for lack of a better word: no detail to the iris. Lipstick is too perfect. The focus is. . . weird. Also, the ascot looks like plastic. Amazing work but still not there yet.

If I had to pick, I’d probably say the soft focus image of the girl with red hair, where her…

Hmm. . . This quote may explain almost everything about David Tracy.

It’s a ‘shop. A conceptually amazing one, but sadly just a ‘shop. Had a faint hope that it was be real but no dice. Image search got me back to this truck. Didn’t see the source photo but check the plate and the blue-colored dust boots

Preaching to the choir. I’m sure this has been spun/modified for a lot of states but there’s an old joke describing PA:

You’ve got Philly on one side, Pittsburgh on the other and Alabama in between.

The common nickname for the area beyond Philly’s sphere of influence is “Pennsyltucky” and begins slightly before the…

Coincidentally, looks like this bike has pods on it. . .

Just not a carb guy, I guess. Could be that all my bikes were fuelies while my friends and SOs (who all stored their bikes in my old garage) had older carbed machines and rode far less frequently. If I didn’t perform the monthly ritual of…

I like it, but I don’t five grand like it. Cafe racers are always in the “someone else’s project” realm: you’d be buying the seller’s vision, built to the level of their competence and depth of wallet. Usually not a great idea. Also, carbs are witchcraft and I don’t know the magic spells to keep any of them that are…

Yep.  Why our 2015'll be the last new one we ever buy.