cshontz
03-30-2007, 03:41 AM
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Hi, I'm the Toecutter. Today, while looking for a place to steal petrol, I had the chance to drive a new JK Unlimited Rubicon.
http://farm1.static.flickr.com/156/439106270_87db1b03f2.jpg
First thing I noticed was there was plenty of room to transport the coffin of the Nightrider with the back seats down. This is good, because we can't have the Nightrider sticking out the back. We need to show respect for the dead, don't we?
http://farm1.static.flickr.com/148/439103174_fb8cc4ce75.jpg
Ride quality was fair as I drove across the wastes. With the hype, I expected it to ride like a Holden Commodore, and while it was comfortable, you could still tell it was a Jeep. It traversed irradiated fissures with grace and aplomb.
http://farm1.static.flickr.com/163/439097617_f71c5a2c1c.jpg
The power was adequate, but not more. It will be a suitable vehicle once the roads have been reclaimed by the Earth, but it isn't fast enough to sneak up behind a tanker. The torque produced by the 3.7L V6 feels fudged - as if the engine vibrations and exhaust note have been tuned to make the powerplant feel more ... truck-like.
http://farm1.static.flickr.com/165/439099924_929eae1527.jpg
To call these head rests is a misnomer. I will not rest, whether I'm reclined by the road side awaiting my next victim, or en route to the Halls of Justice to bail out a friend. These head bumps are a source of endless torment and great discomfort. The designers might as well have installed spikes to protrude into the back of my skull. Fortunally, my matted frock provides sufficient padding to compensate for this shortcoming.
http://farm1.static.flickr.com/153/439126870_78f66c67f4.jpg
The bloke in the pizza shop was very curious and intrigued by the Jeep ... perhaps he was drawn to the color red, the color of blood. I humored him, answered his questions, had my way with his pizza ... and then my crew burned the place to the ground.
I liked it alot.
Hi, I'm the Toecutter. Today, while looking for a place to steal petrol, I had the chance to drive a new JK Unlimited Rubicon.
http://farm1.static.flickr.com/156/439106270_87db1b03f2.jpg
First thing I noticed was there was plenty of room to transport the coffin of the Nightrider with the back seats down. This is good, because we can't have the Nightrider sticking out the back. We need to show respect for the dead, don't we?
http://farm1.static.flickr.com/148/439103174_fb8cc4ce75.jpg
Ride quality was fair as I drove across the wastes. With the hype, I expected it to ride like a Holden Commodore, and while it was comfortable, you could still tell it was a Jeep. It traversed irradiated fissures with grace and aplomb.
http://farm1.static.flickr.com/163/439097617_f71c5a2c1c.jpg
The power was adequate, but not more. It will be a suitable vehicle once the roads have been reclaimed by the Earth, but it isn't fast enough to sneak up behind a tanker. The torque produced by the 3.7L V6 feels fudged - as if the engine vibrations and exhaust note have been tuned to make the powerplant feel more ... truck-like.
http://farm1.static.flickr.com/165/439099924_929eae1527.jpg
To call these head rests is a misnomer. I will not rest, whether I'm reclined by the road side awaiting my next victim, or en route to the Halls of Justice to bail out a friend. These head bumps are a source of endless torment and great discomfort. The designers might as well have installed spikes to protrude into the back of my skull. Fortunally, my matted frock provides sufficient padding to compensate for this shortcoming.
http://farm1.static.flickr.com/153/439126870_78f66c67f4.jpg
The bloke in the pizza shop was very curious and intrigued by the Jeep ... perhaps he was drawn to the color red, the color of blood. I humored him, answered his questions, had my way with his pizza ... and then my crew burned the place to the ground.
I liked it alot.