Gulls...just wanna have fun..

Ever since Ford's 1950's Edsel "research" with Marianne Moore, which almost gave us a Utopian Turtletop, manufacturers have found safety in numbers.

since his was an Aventtadoor, Lamborghini probably charged $1500 for the extra T and O they added to the script badge for the model name

why bother with just one when they could have configured and triggered a second bag whose detonation would absorb the impact of the projectile launched by the first?

...and usually, heavy machinery as well, but that’s always had me wondering where, exactly, do they draw the line. A bulldozer or other earth-moving devices, for sure, unless it’s a Bobcat, which is small compared to other vehicles of similar function, but still much larger than , say, a lathe or drill press, which…

very interesting point, might have even been a worthwhile last gasp for market relevancy for Studebaker. GM would seem to have had the easiest path to cycle manufacturing, given their head start in air-cooled aluminum engine technology and transaxle packaging with the Corvair and F-85.

it's the sultry smile on the little lady in white that turns me on

So there’s no market for a small “premium” truck that suburban poseurs would pay enough for the manufacturer to profit and spin off a practical, cheap version? How much would it cost Jeep to slap a bed on the big Wrangler and call it a Comanche?

I was once given a bogus citation, and showed up in court to fight it with the requisite diagrams, aerial photos, 8 x 10 glossies with circles and arrows and a bulletproof argument why I should not only be absolved of the infraction but given credit toward my next for such an artful presentation. There had to be…

I ended up with a take-it-or-leave-it Captiva rental once. I can honestly say that it was the single worst new 'modern' vehicle I've driven, and had me wishing they could have found a Chevette on the back lot somewhere.

I was 12, carrying my books to school in the Bronx in an oversized gym bag, when I found myself the very last passenger to board an overcrowded New York City bus. I made it aboard, but my bag didn’t, and I rode three miles on the lowest step of the footwell watching the handle rivets pop out one by one, my fellow…

but if he' really looking at his left hand, in a mirror.....everything's opposite, so black Lenny's from New Zealand?

obvious typo....you capitalized "Camels"...

A sweet beast. I never thought much about the big birds until I stumbled into a deal for a tired but rust free 64. It cost me almost nothing, drove it for a year of college and sold at a profit. Loved the rotating drum speedometer, diner-booth back seat, zillion speed wipers and especially the vacuum operated vent…

slant six seems pretty exotic these days.

I do the same. Nice to know it adds to my outlaw credentials.

It does look as if you'd be able to stick your finger in the barrel and have the backfire render your confused assailant charred and hatless

Unrelated to track day concerns, I once replaced a suddenly disintegrating exhaust system on a '66 Chevelle with a straight pipe 'borrowed' from a nearby chain link fence. Two inches wide, ten feet long and suspended beneath the car by a piece of rebar and some wire, the damn thing was heavy, but probably weighed less…

Shiny and reflecty for sure, but basically unicorn horseshoes. Weren't they metric spec to accommodate Michelin TRX tires, something like 390 mm that equates to 15.3" rendering them incompatible with nearly all aftermarket wheels and tires?

That brought back memories of my daughter as a giggling tot whose cherished yellow Viper was the consistent winner in our Hot Wheels distance challenge. She's in college now and I gave the track and car collection to a friend's son, but the yellow Viper is on a shelf with her trophies, photos and other mementos.…