“Maybe a Kawasaki Ninja 250? No, that sounds quite painful to crash off-road.”

I don’t think they have a manual laying around,* and I doubt they’d develop one with the minuscule take-rate it would have. Sadly.

*Caveat: shove the Focus RS driveline in here?

I can only hope. Mate it to the same 2.0 Ecoboost with a stronger CVT and I wouldn’t even have to think. Wife’s already spec’d one out with the 2.0T/8spd.

True, keep forgetting hybrid = CVT. It’s also down a significant amount of power. I’d think they could beef it up to manage the weight.

That said, I’d hazard the AWD cradle probably has a more rugged suspension with stiffer springs and the like out back, which would also contribute to the vastly higher towing rating.

If you’re a smart peoples, you have a folding 4'x8' trailer and just tow your load behind you.  Next.

Yeah. I mean, where the hell’s your dog gonna ride?

Seriously. Ford may have just cut themselves outta 30 grand. My wife and I have been kicking around the idea of the new Bronco* in a couple years, but damned if this doesn’t make a compelling argument, even over a nice used truck. The Bronco would’ve covered the same ground as our Rennie: roof comes off, three pedals…

Evvvvvvvvverything.

I wouldn’t be surprised that there’s a racial component to this, but on a couple fronts:

I’d hazard that any visibility under 20-30 is below marginal at best, non-existent if we’re being honest. I’d also hazard you could hide an entire car in that forward blindspot, which is an obvious problem at stoplights. There’s a…

You and me both.

Granted, I’m usually more of a brick ramen kinda guy, especially since I’ve been working remote since the Coof started making the rounds. Cup Noodle was my emergency food at the office: like, I’m too lazy to head over to Wawa and I forgot to dump a can of Campbell’s into my mini-Crock-Pot.

You and me both. As an old(er) head, I bought some RK on VHS at fucking Suncoast at the mall. Samurai X, bitches!

“I hear they have thousands and thousands of boats parading in Jupiter, despite the fact that they tried to cancel us.”

The follow-up post was “My Space Force has succeeded bigly. Yuge success. Celebrating the heroes of our Victory over those loser Martians.”

My wife almost missed her first Broad Street Run due to a burning semi on I-95. The cargo? Yup, you guessed it: watermelons.

To be blunt and I loathe saying it: as soon as word gets around that a scouting prospect is trans, they’ll be quietly dropped from any consideration.

It’s intentional. That’s the only way that sales staff can prove this isn’t simply a really nice cabana glider.

“Yes, this is a car dealer. Look, here’s an engine. No, a waiter will not be by shortly for your drink order.”

It’s as if they envisioned a black hole as a small, sensible car.

She’s been in Philly since ‘78. The Delaware River’s fresh water, which is probably part of why she’s survived the neglect.

But yeah, getting one out would be a project. Anchors, props, bells, wheels and the like are just that much easier to preserve.

Probably less than a regular LS, given the extra length that’d be required to account for the cylinder bores, and the higher deck-height from the arrangement.

Cautious optimism. I’d be bummed if they tow her out of Philly but if it spares her the torch. . . *

Because people really want to read the ending of The Hokkaido Arc of Kenshin.