It’s really cute how you Z and Infiniti guys think those cars sound good.

Not for GDI build-up.

I'd rather take the ~500 mile journey from SF to LA on the PCH.

I often buy cars from the auto action place across the street and its so sick to see them take off and climb quuckly so steeply. I can never get my phone out fast enough

Plus, in a matter of a few minutes they are well clear of any population center so they don't have to waste a bunch of time transiting to a test range.

Redhawks represent! Go 142nd FW!

Alot of has to do with training over water, weather, and a safe location. Getting comfortable maneuvering over water takes flight hours, you can't crash in to anything. we can use our ships radars to track everything in the exercise for debrief. If an accident happens landing in the ocean means no collateral damage.…

Here's what the tire looked like when we started the stage (note the nice big hole near the 9 o'clock position)

glass half full, driving a rally stage with a flat tire is still better than our mundane commutes.

Nope. Run like the wind. I'm usually all about impossible projects, but there are far better ones than this.

Great article, thank you!

Thats cute how their army men and their 30 year old helicopters and fishing boats attacked that pinata.

To the estate of Mrs. Sandra Ilene West,

The BUFF will be around for a long time. When Boeing designed that aircraft it was one of those moments in the aeronautical time line when everything came together and someone had the gut's and vision to build the damned thing.....

So... lie, because moral compass? You lost me.

Well since they're not floating around in the ship when they're in space. I'm sure they have some kind of artificial gravity. And if you can magically make more gravity, I'm sure you can magically make less of it. 'Activate the accelerator compensator or something.'

I'm fairly sure all German cars marked for export in the '80s should have been painted this shade of red.

89 Bimmer M6

Heinrich sat quietly in his Teutonic garage. He was feeling spry today. Fresh Mobil 1 coursed through his veins, and he had a full tank of premium fuel. He flexed his brake pistons, turned his wheels, felt the tiny bit of play creeping into his balljoints. "Eh," he thought. "Old age. Won't be the first thing to go, or…