Because volunteering at a multi-million dollar for-profit event in which business interest make oodles of money is comparable to volunteering to help a poor local charity trying to help others?

Exactly. There are business interests making gobs of money yet they don’t want to pay people to perform a job. Free entry (especially when you don’t get to watch competitions) is a crap reason to be exploited as a fan.

IOC President is the Ferengi Grand Nagus. Profits above people!

You’ll see that on pretty much every car now, but certain colors accentuate it more than others. Wet sanding would be required to lessen/remove orange peel.

It was a wreck and didn’t even have the original dash. I think it’s awesome that BMW recast the dash, rebuilt the interior, and built the V8 from scratch.

The guy owns what is quite possibly the most valuable car in existence and could fetch $75M if not $100M if sold today, and was still denied by Ferrari. He must have pissed someone off.

The fenders should not look like this:

His competition and street Toyobaru cars both have big turbo 2JZ’s.

Chinese spy satellites have snapped pictures of the new White House being built.

Catatafish

It was at a weekly cruise-in near Portland, OR a couple years ago.

There were supposedly 8 targa’s. There’s at least this one and one local to me remaining. The one local to me is the same but there’s no Barbie decal, there’s no letters or numbers in the pink circles, and the targa roll bar is only partially painted in teal.

The Chinese cleaver is supposed to actually be a Chinese chef’s knife that just resembles a cleaver.

*owner

Best laugh of the day. Gotta love “car culture”.

Because YOU had problems then EVERYONE must have had problems. Idiot.

I’m just glad the E30 cabrio in my garage is in this picture.

Front plate is required in Oregon and there’s one on the car but poor camera quality.

The Lord of Death is the Many-Faced God as well

You say they are useless? Someone forgot to tell this man in Eagle Point, OR who just chased another man who stole a woman’s bicycle and lassoed him from horseback until Barney Fife showed up.