You just look at the guy and know he is a rich boy piece of shit.

I was drifting toward enjoying Ferrari, but this reminds me that there may be no point unless you enjoy being the perpetual loser.

Just saw them from my Midwestern driveway. Very red.

We want stories.

I just can't get over those thin-skinned cowards at Honda letting him drive anything again.

I thought the "F2 engine" comment meant they could never risk losing face again.

It WAS like an F2 engine, damn it.

Fantastic. Good Pop.

Charming smiles imply neither intelligence nor decency.

Ah, but you see, in my fantasy the dumbass-bomb would simply rapture them to their preferred imaginary afterlife and we would be left with about a third of the population and almost none of our usual problems.

Mine actually handles really well for a FWD car. It's just big.

3.5L V6 with a 6 speed auto, so if anything, overpowered for what it does.

The handling is remarkably stiff but with a softness over the small stuff, so it's normally pretty cushy but also excels when pushed.

I was watching some old Top Gear, and about fifteen years ago what they were saying was that most cars being produced were far superior in most ways than anything ever made before. I think that was true until the automakers became more about sizzle than steak. Cars today are disappointing.

It's not what I ever would have wanted, but it's just so good that I keep finding reasons to enjoy it. If you can live without the sportiness, a low mileage Avalon for $20K is an absolute bargain compared to a brand new small car, and even compared to anything Toyota and Honda currently produce.

Since I now drive an older Avalon, I am reminded how nice they were before the car companies traded off traditional auto goodness for gimmicks and gadgets. I plan to drive it until the Sun explodes.

Not really infinite, though, is it? Planck Length and all that.

But you realize you are a wave function bumping up against other wave functions, perceiving coastline where there is nothing and everything, tossing imaginary stones into an imaginary ocean like launching spacecraft into the universe.

In the Midwestern U.S. we say "just a sec," and that means definitely longer than just a second and probably closer to 45 minutes or, optionally, never.

"In a wee minute" would also be accepted here because Midwesterners are polite and will nod and smile to anything.

I've got some bad news for you, Sunshine...