TIMING BELT

My 280ZX would go, "Lights are on, door open, lights are on, door open, CRRRHKKKKK, CRRRRCKKKK, CRCCCKKKKK, CRKKKKK" until you turned the car off, turned the headlights off, turned the car back on, then turned on the headlights.

I disabled that shit as soon as I got the car home, but I loved the digital dash... …

As I walk out of my apartment in the morning, and to the rather overgrown white station wagon at the curb, I note the rusty fasteners holding the mudflaps in place. I just replaced those. How are they rusty again? I walk around the paint-chipped, sand-blasted front bumper, and open the driver's door. Glancing…

This is insane. It's like a Donk with an extra chromosome.

I realize I just commented something pretty similar to this. As a resident of one of those megacities (New York), I completely agree. Car culture is very, very weak here. But all it takes is a 10, 15 minute trip out and it's clear that car culture is alive and well. Hell, my friends and I will often take public…

I always scoff at the headlines proclaiming similar sentiments, but to be perfectly honest, I do think car culture is dying *in certain areas.* I know this is going to echo what a few others have said, but urban areas and cities — places like New York where cars were never totally essential — are seeing young people…

"Right door is open."

If you have a 300ZX then you sir are already awesome. A true Jalop's car.

After Crack Pipe comes Mickey Meth

no love for the greatest?

I'll agree. I loved my 86 300ZX, drove it all over the Southeast (NC to FL to TX,) and it loved being driven. Lasted over 300k of hard miles, 180k of those with me at the wheel.