Easy! I got mine for a grand.

EVERY Silverado or Sierra from that era has one burned-out DRL, including mine.

I went to college in St. Louis but lived at home on the East Side. At the time I was diving a rusted-out ‘66 Datsun 1600 Roadster. One day, coming home after class, I got on I-64 E at Skinker, and about the time I got to the Arena (where the Blues used to play) the car dropped to idle and wouldn’t respond to the…

I’m not a huge Porsche fan, but that is a 911 to beat all 911s. I particularly like the photography and that you used transparency film.

The big knobs on the Corsica were specifically designed (I am not making this up) so that women could operate them without breaking fingernails.

ANYTHING on a post-HE Jaguar v-12. For example, changing the spark plugs requires (at a minimum) unbolting the AC compressor and the throttle bellcrank tower. Cruise control actuator too, if you have big hands.

My dad told me about a time when he was about 14, and my grandfather came to pick him up from school. Now my uncle is 5 years older than my dad, and on that particular day he’d borrowed Grandpa’s Cadillac to go out on a date, leaving Grandpa to pick Dad up in Uncle’s old ‘49-ish Mercury.

Hmm. I grew up around sports car guys in SCCA Southern Illinois Region so weird cars were commonplace. One of my friends had a TVR 2500M. Another guy I knew had a Lotus 11 and an Alfa Giulietta Spider. Still another had a Porsche 930 and an Arnolt-Bristol. One guy had a Lancia Scorpion. I had a Datsun 1600 and a TR4. 

My mother’s ‘84 Chrysler Laser had the synthesized voice reminder system. Occasionally it would forget how many doors it had and would randomly say “The left rear door is open”.

Ugh. My ‘97 Firebird leaked from the front corners of the side windows just like that from the moment I picked it up, brand new.

That must be a pretty common prank. My grandfather and his co-workers at the steel mill did the same thing to another guy who bought a VW Bug. Suddenly he was getting 70 MPG!

A few years ago my wife and I rented a cottage in East Horsley for a week. As soon as we arrived, we set the GPS to take us to the nearest Tesco for provisions. I honestly had no idea that the Tesco was inside the track, and she was tickled at how excited I was to see the old banking at the edge of the car park.

WANT

Missed the original qurey, but here’s a short one:

I got a ‘85 XJ-S for $1K in kind-of the same way. The previous owner (who is a good mechanic but a physically large guy) also picked it up cheap and sold it on when he discovered he really didn’t fit in it.

If I had Basement Lambo Man’s perseverance, I would build this rather than a Countach.

Interesting! My ‘53 Packard just has a big dang lever behind the grill.

I think if I was going to modify the roof of an XJ-S, I’d try to duplicate the Daimler prototype:

But the old cars are what’s really cool about the 1979 picture! In 30 years we’ll look at those pictures with the yellow car and say, “Wow! When is the last time you saw a Corsa?”

One old-time SCCA road racer I knew years ago raced in boxing shoes because they were everything that “real” racing boots were, at 1/3 the price.