No. No, it doesn’t. At all.
If only the plane’s tail number is H982 FKL
There is a joke here somewhere about the length of the intake runner and the length of crack pipe needed, but my brain isn't on yet.
Not a great deal, but might be worth it to the right buyer. It needs to find a buyer that prefers the 350Z to the Z32 300ZX, and I don’t know that such a person exists. $13k will buy a really clean Z32 Twin Turbo.
For a Z-Fan with time to wrench on it, you could probably go through it, and see where the boost has done damage. But the average Jalop probably isn’t jazzed enough with a Nissan 3.5 (perhaps one of the least interesting engines in all of modern motor sports) to spend the time and money to do so. This is a 9-10K car,…
I like the car, I really do. However $13k is a bit steep, and I have a feeling that the jabroni who thought he was racing #33 beat on that thing like a drunken John Bonham on his tom toms.
A development mule for a turbo kit from a company that’s no longer in business?
“Where was this when I needed it?”... Teddy Kennedy
Jaguar chassis with a Jaguar drivetrain and Jaguar electronics. Sure, just mash a Ford engine in it.
Just proof that Lincoln needs to go RWD. Every time I think of Lincoln I can’t figure out how they still exist.
I’m fairly surprised by the number of them that I still see around. To be fair, by “around” I mean “rusting in the corner of disreputable used car lots.” There are always several for sale in local online listings, usually for a thousand bucks or less “as-is, where-is.” But every time one of those listings is for a V6…
Double wishbone suspension at all four corners. Cadillac turned the corner, Lincoln could have as well but didn’t stay the course and improve with each generation. They went back to their old ways of being a Ford with nicer paint.
When I read this, I needed to point out the hilarity of the sentence, and, as a former Cleveland resident (not by choice) I witnessed it first hand as a resentful, yet bemused onlooker, that it is fact.
I have a little tiny Browns mug on my desk at work. One of my coworkers commented on it once. I just looked over and realized I have unconsciously crowded various other things around it so it is no longer visible.
He laughed and looked back at us and said “Can’t waste a good beer” while peeling the dead insect from his empty cup and tossing it onto the aisle steps beside him.
Having a friend who is a Browns fan is one of the most underrated pleasures in life.