Just had to pop back here days later to say your road trip reply gave me a big smile. I’ll look you up if ever happens for real. We can get wrappers, crumbs and beef jerky fingerprints all over my new car... just this once, right!?

Rob, thanks! You’ve seen fit to spare my imaginary bank account today! It’s taken a healthy beating the last two days, what with “my new” Saab and AMG this week, so I appreciate the break today.

Is... is this seller the “boomer” all the kids online are talking about lately?

Reminded of apt line from TV show, American Dad, the great DeLorean episode where the shift knob was stolen from the car. As Stan is trying to shift in hot pursuit, he says to Steve, “It’s like trying to shake hands with a damn cat.” Billiant line, great bit. Whoever wrote that had certainly tried to use a manual,…

I’m thinking “seep” wasn't a typo, but carefully chosen. Well done.

Really ties the room together.

Note: available free for those with the Scribd subscription reading service. Looking forward to reading, thanks!

Maybe it’s the mud, but that’s ... that’s a lovely looking wagon there. Perhaps the monochromatic scheme doing the styling proper too.

Just this morning, reading a blog post elsewhere, pondering the kickass longroofian 1964 concept Ford Aurora (below) as a funky camper conversion. I bizarrely like this ...Metrothing.

Glad I bothered to go back today and read through last Friday’s NPOCP comments (Friday Internet attention can sometimes get short shrift here,) in that I got to see your wonderful wagon/estate (and subsequent build details in follow up.) Very well conceived and executed, clearly a highly proud and worthy owner.…

Love! I bought a well-used Celica (as above) in the late 80s for $250 ...it’d been sitting, slowly disintegrating in a yard near where I worked. I was 18 and in much need of a basic daily-driver ...an easy fit on my budget at the time. I left a note on the car and two days later, it was mine.

This is the only baseball I watch. It’s the heart and soul of the game ...in every game. 12 year-old working so hard, worldwide to get to this event and it never fails to make me tear up or earnestly jump for joy. August may be my hockey doldrums, but for two weeks, this happens.

Engine and trans will still be running after the rest of the car has long since disintegrated. I took two Celica GTs hatchbacks of this era up past 200K, in Michigan mind you (thus the mandatory disintegration.) My foreign car specialist mechanic *insisted* on purchasing both my post 200K Celicas when I moved on -…

I recall it distinctly: a happy day for this 17 year-old, when my father brought one home, unannounced. Even better when days later, he flipped me the keys for my first weekend out with it - such a special car that I even refrained from my usual bored-suburban-teen weekend activity of smoking weed in it, for fear of…

Great story, thanks! Reminds me well of our broadcast/recording similar: never swear - never, ever say anything in the presence of a microphone you wouldn’t have go out over the air.

NO LOWBALLERS - THEY KNOW WHAT THEY GOT!!!!!.!!

My uncle has a country place, that no one knows about?

“It’s about survival, and about perseverance without agency.” - Damn, nailed it.

Perhaps they could kindly ask Russia for them instead, no? Probably plan B.

I didn’t getta harrumph outta that guy.