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The dealership I bought my last car at is one of the largest operations in the NW Ohio area, it’s right next door to where I work, about 2 miles from my home, and I had spoken to the dealer that my car was traded for and had gotten a quote from them, almost 100 miles away. And they almost screwed it up. I tried to get

So I got quotes by email 18 years ago, and had, by far, the most pleasant buying experience I’ve had since I first bought a car in 1974, but many dealers still can’t do the same in 2021? Please. Sad thing is, that same dealership now pulls the same thing Tom was talking about in the article. No email deals, at least

Your dad sounds a lot like mine. He would just ignore our talking about stopping someplace and drive right past it. Once in a while, my mom would say, “Hey, turn around, you aren’t going to get off that easy!”, Or if she didn’t think that would work, “Well, I need to pee anyway”. Either one almost always got him to

Weird. I posted the pic, and then it was gone. Let’s try again:

Why yes it does. I love the thing. 

My mother was sharp as a tack until the end, but she hurt a lot, was pretty much blind, couldn’t hear very well, and her walking ability was pretty much gone the last year, and I just about lost it trying to deal with her. There were times she had me so angry that I would have to just leave for about 15-20 minutes,

For me it’s Walleye. Every once in a while, some place has it on the menu as a special, and I have to have it. The first fish I ever ate as a baby, and I’ve loved it from that first bite. My birthday destination:

The two best times were at The Exorcist, and The Exorcist II:The Heretic.

I’ve had a few slugs over the years, but only one wins the “gutless weakling” crown, my 1985 Dodge Caravan with the 2.6 Mitsubishi engine, 104 HP. By 1988 I was beyond tired of having to plan a merge onto the interstate like I was invading Nomandy, and only being able to pass anyone because they let me.

I know, but I can dream. C’mon Justice Dept, make an old man happy..

I couldn’t disagree more. I really like the 400Z. No stupid swoops and whorls, just a nice looking basic design.

In NW Ohio, they are out there every year. My birthday is almost always really hot and the Cicadas will be singing away at a rapid rate.

My dog King loved to gobble Cicadas. His first summer alive(99) was a big year for them. We had a bunch of trees in the back yard with low branches,and he began to pluck them off. He would check those trees every time he went outside, and sometimes he would hit the jackpot. When they got to the near flying stage, he

I want to see the Ghoul in an orange jumpsuit and shackles so badly. Trump too.

There are so many pilots like this that are never seen, or aren’t seen until the stars check out of this world. I desperately want to see the Jerry Lewis epic movie about the clown in the Nazi deathcamp. As someone who saw Jerry’s assholery at nearly contact range, anything bad he did is like gold to me. I only wish I

Just about a quarter million since 1974. Most expensive one was my present car, a 2018 Challenger Scat Pack, at $42K + tax. Cheapest was of course my first, a ‘74 Roadrunner which was like $4000 less trade of my free from my parents ‘72 Cutlass. Worst was my ‘77 Macho Power Wagon that cost about $5200. I had almost

I touched my HS class ring to the positive terminal of a friend’s car and it hit the battery hold down at the same time. Ouch! Melted a nice chunk of the ring, and I was lucky I had a bottle of water to pour on it. Only took about a month to heal up.  I ended up scrapping the ring later on for a nice profit over what

I don’t know why, but I expected it to involve the battery and your watch, or maybe a ring, or the one I did to a friend’s 1971 slug of a Mustang, have the wrench you are trying to loosen the positive battery cable with get stuck between the clamp and the quarter panel. The wrench went to a nice orange color and paint

He does do a great job playing Lindell. 

I never believed any of it, and made the huge mistake of asking my grandmother, who was kind of scary, “Why do they tell us those ridiculous stories in church?” right as we were leaving. I was about 7, and she gritted her teeth and got up close to my face and spitted out, “Everything in the bible is true!”, as I could