Indiana, eh? Myself, I'm an associate member of the Indiana Sheriff's Association, with a sticker on the back glass, and hoping that helps. Should the need arise. Although it made not a lick of difference when I was in Wyoming last summer.
I was waiting for the dealers to take orders for the Mach 1 when I bought the GT350. I think I got impatient. I don't know why, but I'm glad I did. But I also have that sneaky suspicion had I got the Mach 1, I'd be glad I did. Likely, it's a decision that has no regret either way.
You see how they mock? They mock freedom, which I’ll get to in a moment. They mock questioning “everything” because they are stupid; not ignorant, there is hope for ignorance. But stupidity is left in the dark dungeons of folly forever, and they have showed their stupidity proficiently. Of...
I'll know you as Atlas1 Shrugged, after Ayn Rand's novel. I mean this as a compliment. Some people don't like Rand; I think she was a genius. As she describes the book's theme: "The role of man's mind in existence." (To quote verbatim, I had to look that up, BTW (I'm not a genius, and quite...
He is most certainly a Know-It-All. And you can't debate with a Know-It-All. Better to wrestle with a pig. But don't do that either, please.
BTW, what is the p word? I can think of a lot of words, even in your context, and most of them derogatory, but I'm curious of yours.
For you and all the other anti-anti-vaxxers.
From the VAERS website, a site managed by both the CDC & FDA, perhaps you've heard of it. Or not.
https://vaersanalysis.info/wp-content/uploads/2021/10/VAERS-Summary-10222021.pdf
There's a reason the federal government (USA) established the...
One frustrated EV owner: Finland Man Blows Up His Tesla. But let's not use him as an example of typical EV exasperation for those to come, eh. LOL. After all, not just anyone can come up with 66 pounds of TNT.
Whoa, tough crowd. It's called curiosity, taken the form of creative writing, a free and liberal expression in the thrill and wonder of the GT350 — itself an art form. Obviously, lost on those who communicate with initialisms — if for no other reason than the sake of expediency, eh?
I wonder what 8,250 RPM looks like in the hand-built 5.2L V8 — nicknamed Voodoo for its dark magic, menacing and intoxicating allure.
I know what it feels like, sounds like. The heart-pounding, adrenaline-rush of a roaring beast unleashed.
Wicked as a banshee in heat.
That quivering, giddy...