Where The Regular does Roman’s bit and Roman gets to review an OG Mustang.
I thought it was impossible.
In which Mr. Regular flies a powerless flying machine and is given BABY CARE
It’s a friggin’ fire engine look at it.
Regular Car Reviews, a real #content creation business, uses a version of Excel that’s at least seven years old!
I’m quite surprised.
Or two. Or three. Or four. Or more! And I’ll do loads of shit to them.
Have a date with the Karmann Ghia.
Watch it till the end. It’s great.
That’s weird, right? It feels weird.
Also I want one now.
DISCLAIMER: There are no Alan Wake references here.
DD’s a 1971 Ford F100, works on cars, GIVE IT UP WE KNOW YOU’RE IN HERE.
I’m tempted, because I hate my car. But I’m pretty sure I won’t fit because my knees already hit the dash in the passenger seat.
Hey, it’s actually not bad at all!
I actually dig the silhouette. Would make for a good race car had ARTA developed it.
Are you jealous?
No pretensions. No erections. Just 100% pure authority, wielded judiciously.