The 1983 price today would be $33,946 and the 1986 price would be $39,201, thereby fitting your definition of “insane.” Read more
The 1983 price today would be $33,946 and the 1986 price would be $39,201, thereby fitting your definition of “insane.” Read more
Sa Majesté.
Staanced Read more
Yes, the universe is so full of mystery Read more
And Mike Hailwood! Read more
When is “How Do You Do, Fellow Kids” going to be an emoji
I BELIEVE I HAVE SOME THOUGHTS ON THE JEEP WRANGLER HELLCAT Read more
What? I’m sorry. I was too busy riding on my hoverboard while listening to [POPULAR MUSIC BAND] and simultaneously reloading my vape pen and not buying an automobile or newspaper to read the article in question. Read more
EnGulfed. Read more
* leather actually made from old Boy Scout tents Read more
HUGE BUMPERS, 82 HORSEPOWER, NEVER FORGET
Hell yeah, my first bike was also a 1997 Seca II. 14k miles. The Cro-Magnon types in my fraternity (yeah, I know, I know) knocked it over so many times that I ripped off the half-fairing and installed dual headlights and a Vapor Trailtech computer. Sold it to an engineer friend for what I paid for it, and he later… Read more
WHIP OUT YER DICKS, JEEP JUST PISS-STOMPED THE TABLE WITH YOUR GONADS Read more
Hey, if you want that full TruCoat experience, have we got the ride for YOU!
What the fuck did you just fucking say about me, you little bitch? I’ll have you know I graduated top of my class in the Navy Seals, and I’ve been involved in numerous secret raids on Al-Quaeda, and I have over 300 confirmed kills. I am trained in gorilla warfare and I’m the top sniper in the entire US armed forces.… Read more
CORNERS ARE A SOCIALIST PLOT, SON. You know where they got corners? EUROPE. No God-fearin’ American needs those damn Yuppie Euro scum, anyway. Now shut your piehole and finish this 12-pack of Shiner, boy.
“Seriously tho, you won’t poop your pants” is a sentence that ALWAYS has the vote of confidence behind it Read more
My birthday is Christmas Eve. Read more
“I think, for the most part, automotive journalists are better about impartiality than a political or economic journalist.”
Car and Driver, Opel Kadett wagon, February 1968. A deliberate hit piece—no, wait, a slaughter—of a cute, perfectly modest little wagon.