From DTP:
Four choices labeled “Inform”, “Enlighten”, “Engage” and “Empower”. Have your engineers been spending all their free time in group therapy? Or what? I mean, Enlighten? Empower? Are you fucking kidding me? You aren’t unlocking the secret to inner peace for us, you know. That sort of wet-eyed, head-tilted, hand-wringing, let’s-all-hug pseudo-concern is enough to gag a maggot…
Second, the next-to-last thing I want to see while I’m driving from Columbus to Pittsburgh with two cups of coffee in my bladder is a fuel gauge that uses a digital picture of an amber liquid to represent gasoline. If you know what I mean. And I think you do. You’re a middle-aged guy, right? Your muscles aren’t quite as toned as they once were, right? You have a prostate gland… right? Pick another color. Please.…
I swear the minute I saw Ford’s little “efficiency leaves” growing on that dashboard, all I wanted out of life was an aluminum baseball bat and five minutes with your crappy Mercury Milan hybrid. That’s it: Your car, my bat, and five fucking minutes…
If you’re willing to lie to me about just how “Earth-friendly” your shitty little hybrid is, then you’re probably not above lying to me about the build quality and reliability of your cars either…
All you’re doing is (a) irritating the adults in the room, and (b) making a horse’s ass out of yourself.
Our ’89 260E has an economy gauge on the dash, but since the Panzer is so underpowered, I normally keep it pegged.
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