Benfromalbuquerque
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Which one of these jackasses bother you the most?
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This concept came to me by a Kia Soul doing just that. I’m conflicted now.You should’ve made left lane an option. Doesn’t matter the model.
Exactly. How can this be a serious question without a Subaru option.Somehow you forgot Subarus….
Added. With the caveat that it’s for the other stereotype Subaru driver. The sort who buy them for “child safety” or some bullshit. Because we all know that flannel clad butch who has a tow strap and a metric socket set in her Subaru. She’s ok so flannel Subarus are not included in this vote.Somehow you forgot Subarus….
I hate those the most, but it really wasn't an option, so i checked the left lane campers.Headed down the road 5 in the morning.
100 miles of empty highway in front & behind me.
And out of nowhere a commuter vehicle zooms up behind me. And just sits there, mile, after mile, passing spot, after passing spot.
It fries my bacon like no other.
I need a James bond machine gun on each bumper.
I guarantee they're women drivers.
What about when they put a cherry bomb on their Subby? As my FIL would say, sounds like a fart in a bath tub.Kids in coal burners annoy me.
Adults in coal burners even more.
Old guys with truck nuts are pretty much hands down the worst.What about when they put a cherry bomb on their Subby? As my FIL would say, sounds like a fart in a bath tub.
But I digress.Old guys with truck nuts are pretty much hands down the worst.
Thoughts of gene pool cleansing....but I'm guessing the gene has been passed.
Nope, my husband is famous for doing just that. I tell him to pass their azz all the time. I have a lead foot.Headed down the road 5 in the morning.
100 miles of empty highway in front & behind me.
And out of nowhere a commuter vehicle zooms up behind me. And just sits there, mile, after mile, passing spot, after passing spot.
It fries my bacon like no other.
I need a James bond machine gun on each bumper.
I guarantee they're women drivers.