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yetanotheruselessburner

“Porsche” is a weird way to spell Ford GT.

Dude. Where are my dogs gonna ride?

Seriously. If it’s not a ZF GS6-53BZ I’ll eat my pretzel. . .

That said, BMW knows its market only cares about the connotations of that roundel and couldn’t be fuckered with a third pedal, while Toyota is realizing that their (Supra) clientele pretty much all went “where’s my fucking manual?”

I asked them about this awhile back, as I had a clue. Selfish self-interest, as I had a GTO and would’ve loved a legal Zeta-based Ute. Without fully admitting it, they confirmed my hunch they’re riding the legal notion that damn near the whole car can be a repair part, essentially.

Ages ago I asked a similar question of another outfit that imported Utes using donor parts and VINs from G8's. It’s amazing what is legally considered a repair part, and this is how they operate in the margins. Given the Zeta’s structure passed muster on some level, I’m not losing any sleep here.

Did this thread summon

Or just have a few wandering your backyard. A lot of boroughs (aka towns) here in PA have officially passed ordinances okaying having backyard poultry. Be curious to see if it’s a trend country-wide.

I’ve a couple close vegan friends. Eggs are always the “if I get pregnant” greenlighted animal product. Makes sense, as

Myth: Your car burns oil 

You never had an LS1? Blow-by and piston slap on cold starts were common “issues.” Didn’t hurt anything, but six quarts of oil went in, three-four quarts of chocolate sauce came out.

Your next mission:

One of the other articles about this boat mentioned it tended to be Sochi (IIRC) when he was, so. . .  Probably.

Pennsylvania is a weird commonwealth. The way us natives describe it is Philly at one end, Pittsburgh at the other and a whole lotta Kentucky in between. Can’t say much for Casey, outside of he’s better than having Rick Santorum.

That said, the Murciélago has three pedals, which is unpossible in a newer machine. There’ll always be a premium on a manual car, just because weirdos like me prefer them.

“how “passive, feminine responses” given by Alexa, Siri, and other virtual personal home assistants has been found to encourage abusive behavior toward the bot?

Counter-point: Alexa is dumber than a box of hair and a non-sentient machine. My wife’s told it to fuck off (as much as I have) when it gives us a

In ‘Murrica land?  I don’t think you even get a RWD 2 with a stick these days.  If so, BMW buried it deep on the configurator.

Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuck. This is West Coast me.

Some dipshit totalled out my 2004 GTO by deciding that illegally passing a bus was a great way to make her shift at the local supermarket.

Replaced it with an E90 2011 335 xDrive with a manual. Expanding the pool, F30 335/340 xDrives can be had with a manual and on budget as

The oft-lamented Oni sequel?

Not gonna lie, I’d be game.

You’d think an electric power-steering rack murdered their mother. I’m on an E9x Facebook group, and my god are they jackals at times:  Heaven forbid anyone discuss N51 or N52 performance enhancements.

Me, apparently. I was talking to a coworker about the MS/Bethesda deal, and kept confusing Vivendi for Zenimax. An hour later, this story broke.

Given MS’s focus on Gamepass, you can bet your sweet ass in five to ten there will be virtually no Playstation content beyond major tentpoles like ES, COD, etc, and those

Altra’s are the shit for trail.

I’ve drank the Hoka kool-aid for general-purpose running shoes.

Altra’s are the shit for trail.

I’ve drank the Hoka kool-aid for general-purpose running shoes.

Right church, wrong pew.  You’re gonna tell me there wasn’t an E9x M3 with manual that wasn’t available?

I sense a beatdown incoming.

Context: I am 42, was a kid brought up in the heyday of Boomer car-culture nostalgia and am the son of a ‘60s drag-racer/muscle-car guy. My favorite George Lucas movie is American Graffiti. I miss the days when the “oldies” station played music from the 50's and 60's. I spent my summers in