Well, we all know 240 > 940 > 740, and Turbos both ruin and magically transform these cars. Doesn’t matter really though, because they’re all fantastic cars in their own ways. I love my 740 T even though it has a slushbox (you take what you can get). Volvos are for hooning.

So, if you replace your ugly stock wheel that has a squishy-ish part in the middle in an obviously futile attempt to prevent you from impaling yourself on the steering column of your airbagless car with something aftermarket that doesn’t have this, can you cover center of that aftermarket wheel with a go-kart/midget…

This—as if the few enthusiasts outside of Japan that know what a kei car is aren’t aware that the ones we want are rare and getting rarer.

Pffft. There are four race tires in the bin under the kayaks. After camping for two nights and spending a day on the river, we took our kid to the autocross, where, after unloading the race tires, we embarrassed a Factory 5 Cobra replica.

Actually, now that I think of it, a four door GSR would be a good recommendation for this guy too. Ours is just a lowly RS, but the suspension and steering are flawless. Seats are amazing. Frameless doors are the sex. Sure it’s FWD, but it’s a fantastic driver’s car and dead reliable too.

I don’t think a coupe is that hard—I regularly put two kids in the back of a Suzuki Swift—but I also own a four door Integra. I might rather have the coupe, but it’s definitely easier with back doors.

Except that that was the CW311, not CW111. Still the coolest car ever, best known for being airbrushed on the sides of Spyhunter arcade games.

Volvo wagon. No really. 740 Turbo, which explains some things. It was for sale, I wanted one. It was terrible but cheap. It should have been cheaper. It’s at least viable transportation now and I’ve learned a lot. Though the family likes it, there is no way to justify the money and labor put into it. At some point one…

Sarcasm? None of these have the original engine. Doesn’t so me from wanting one.

No it wasn’t. And I like Fieros.

“What retard can’t manage using what is basically a trackball mouse?” I don’t think the issue is whether he CAN use it, but whether anyone sane would prefer using one to a touchscreen. We all know about those people in the office who love their trackballs and like to tell you how awesome they are. You must be one of…

Now I know how to keep my family safe on the roads. Does anybody know if the M35 has latch?

My “souped up Geo Metro” is admittedly down on power in comparison, but also weighs 200lbs less than the Lotus while hauling 2 more people. And though it drives the wrong wheels, it rotates, you can still steer it with your feet, it makes all the right noises, and the manual rack and pinion is as good as it gets. You…

Sign me up for the filthy Geo!

Ok, so the minimum going price for a car, any car, that remains solidly reliable and reasonably comfortable to drive around daily despite having reached maximum depreciation, seems to hover around $2500. It’s been this way for a while, so I don’t know what’s going on with inflation but whatever. That means you are…

Driving a military Humvee is not exactly the proverbial “rocket science”, though I suppose it is pretty wide. The only real quirk is that the auto trans has no “park”. The e brake is the only way to keep it from moving.

Neutral: GMs current strategy in this segment, if that’s what it is, involves waiting for Ford to go to market with the update to the Mustang, and then, mid cycle, quietly besting the Mustang with slightly better numbers (and arguably engineering, as the reviewers seem to love it). Even with plenty of positive press,…

I am pretty pissed the “duct tape Metro” was a Mk3 rather than the Mk4 they sent down in the FiberFix. I could have used those parts.

The key issue here is that Bosch has claimed they were “unaware” of how the software was being used, which is now being contested. Assisting VW in covering up the software’s true purpose suggests they did know and that they were aware of VW’s intent all along, making your analogy less apt.