Also, I live in a city with a huge immigrant population who are neither licensed nor insured.

Also, blame driver education: it’s all about driver safety, nothing about driving principles and how best to keep traffic moving.

No, traffic is caused by epic fucksticks who dont know shit about driving or living in a society.

First world problem for the children in adult bodies: concern over pronunciation of terms relating to imaginary cartoon creatures.

1. Why are they flying a helicopter around at 3AM? To catch Pokemon hunters?

When I drive, I do this crazy thing. I scan the road ahead and look for things I would prefer NOT to hit. I do some minor turning and avoid potholes, rocks, sofas, even children. It’s pretty wild, I know.

Typical fuckwad attitude. I, and many others, feed kids with fish from that river. I’d prefer not to serve the family sludge trout because a couple of dipshits got in over their heads.

When biking on the road I always assume the automobile drivers are trying to kill me. This has kept me out of some hairy situations and defuses road rage since the asshole is doing what I was expecting anyway. Try it, it’s been working for me, for over fifty years.

I also bought a stripper a jeep wrangler.

This is definitely the coolest-looking W-Body Cutlass I’ve ever seen. Unfortunately, that’s a very low bar to set. I’m really genuinely curious as to how this car is expected to drive at anywhere near the 600hp listed without breaking some rather essential parts.

Uh, no. A real Jeep person has at least one non-running Jeep in pieces at all times.

I’m surprised no one has thought to combine these events with a farmer’s market.

His tire pressure was clearly off.

It’s not. It’s a dumb thing.

I’m still baffled how a man with no job somehow is buying cars and houses like some Monaco playboy.

Nassau County Police Department saw it and tracked Anderson back to his hoe in the Bronx

Actually, I’d suggest going to it. Quite fun to watch the racing and the people there, at least once. Makes you feel good about your own life.

Condom of cars?

I still think the C5 is a sneakily pretty car. It’s hard to explain why.

“Hi my name is Lindy Susan and I would like quantity of two F135 engines for totally usual and commercial reasons for company of planes to fly fast. Please ship ASAP to Capitalist Devil’s Penis...I mean....Florida.”