*Except St Louis. Provel is an abomination and a saltine is not a crust.

Excellent rant.

I was the 37th owner of a VW bus aboard the Naval Station at Guantanamo Bay, Cuba (before it became famous). The front face of the Type 2 had rusted away into shapes that were quite clearly teeth, it was missing about four feet of floor, and badly spray painted on the left side were the words “No Fat Chicks.” All…

so these are the BMW Headlights of GM Taillights?

This is a Lambo;

They’re also an extraordinarily rude thing to leave on cars in cities, since they take up a disproportionately large amount of parallel parking space.

It’s easy for DHL to achieve net-zero when half their Global Mail packages sit in some warehouse in Suckyouoff, NJ for weeks on end.

I agree with this....just reading the comments in this section reminds me why I don’t always feel the need to visit “enthusiast” sites.

If they drive like that, then perhaps the sign is to warn you that the driver acts like a big baby.

It’s not a recorder.

I sometimes wish I could accurately add up the volume of all the gasoline saved by certain automotive trends and innovations. For example, I remember when buying any car with fuel injection was an exercise in techno-masochism, sure to saddle you with more downtime and vastly bigger repair bills, which only nutso…

As someone who is attempting to return an AMC Pacer wagon to showroom condition, I feel I can give you some insight into our way of thinking in relation to why we work so hard for something that is of relatively little value:

They say, immolation is the sincerest form of flattery.

I’ll always prefer twins for my naked streetfighting/scrambling.

I would daily the sh!t out of this thing.

A poorly maintianed one. A well maintained vehicle is going to react predictably based on its handling characteristics. A poorly maintained version will tend to react unpredictably and have the added joy of the potential for catastrophic failure at any moment. I.e. well cared for 930 is scary. Ragged out 930 could…

I’ve heard stories- Supposed to be very fast, nigh uncatchable... crewed by the damned, and captained by a man so evil that Hell itself spat him back out.

Turns out, the engineer had something to say about this very subject: