If they're metal on metal, he's probably going to need rotors, too. Plus, you're forgetting it's Trout here. I once had to go over to house and show him how to change his wiper blades.
Those things can be tricky, dammit!
If they're metal on metal, he's probably going to need rotors, too. Plus, you're forgetting it's Trout here. I once had to go over to house and show him how to change his wiper blades.
Those things can be tricky, dammit!
Okay. But yours weren't.
If they're metal on metal, he's probably going to need rotors, too. Plus, you're forgetting it's Trout here. I once had to go over to house and show him how to change his wiper blades.
I moved.Well, I know that now.
You're kind of a mean spirited person. I think I have a ladder with your delivery address on it.
The answer to the problem in the OP is simple. I've recently addressed it in my own life (albeit at a smaller scale). You get the nicest black Audi possible, and then call it a day. It's the black suit of cars.
Making this into some crisis of authenticity or meaning is stupid as ****. Sooo gawd damn stupid. It's a car. A car. Jesus Christo.
Why an Audi specifically?
dunno.
A full answer would involve all the "arbitrary" processes analogous to those that have elected the necktie has a formal object. A slick black Audi in LA is casssh.
Fair. A black Audi to me is kinda like picking up a pair of black Allen Edmonds shoes. A standard you can't go wrong with-- but is it necessarily the best? You can keep the understated allure of a black Audi with much more dramatic, romantic vehicles IMO. And I say this as kid who's loved Audis for decades (mostly from Le Mans & Rally history)
He'd need a ladder coming off the running boards to get in that thing.