But then you’ve got to wait at the baggage claim. If they’re young enough, they’ll probably meet the carry-0n limits and you can just stuff them into an overhead compartment.
But then you’ve got to wait at the baggage claim. If they’re young enough, they’ll probably meet the carry-0n limits and you can just stuff them into an overhead compartment.
is he wearing a medallion or is that a growth on his chest that should warrant some medical concern?
While any car becomes noteworthy when it’s simultaneously old and brand new, that’s about all that makes this vehicle interesting. No dice at any price.
what bugs me most - yet also gives a little thrill- is when I have to explain the car’s features and flaws to a clueless rookie salesman. I once had a Hyundai salesman call over his (eventually five) colleagues for an explanation of why I’d have readily purchased a Genesis coupe as a naive youth but wouldn’t touch one…
so I wasn’t the only one
smoking something cooked up in a slop sink from old batteries, match heads and sudafed perhaps, but could have used some nice bud instead, and we wouldn’t be having this conversation..
A dirty diaper story unrelated to anything automotive: During my younger days I worked in a supermarket which also employed an old school grocery clerk with the look and brain of a chimp who would constantly complain about customers who would leave his aisle messy by actually buying something that he had so slowly and…
I had no issues like that with my 2013 turbo, but was alarmed by the fact that a sharp pothole strike would force an unnecessarily sharp flange facing down on the strut right into the aluminum brake caliper. New York’s roads gifted me with three scary gouges in the right front caliper. I didn’t wait for another and…
given your experience to that point, reading the nuances of each type of car as you climb that ladder, you should get a seat in the big race
tacky enough for sure, but the build quality is far superior to anything he put his name on and claimed to have built
I assume there’s considerable overlap between the homicidal and suicidal because, by my estimation, more than 50% are just idiots.
Now that you’ve said it, I realize that my own fantasy lotto bucket list is filled with such vehicles. Rumble seat Benzes, Camaro Caminos, V12 Corvairs, Harley-Isetta Trikes...
given that we haven’t got any more of whatever a muscle car was, and the Mustang and Camaro aren’t, then what available today comes closest?
at least yours was a GT, and a wagon at that. My mother drove a hatchback whose only options were an AM radio and a Powerglide 2 speed slushbox. I was never happier to see a car die.
No Amigo compares to the Vehicross roadster that Gary Sinese drove in Mission to Mars
2 of the 6 wheels, 800 of the horsepowers, and 16,800 of the rangemiles available only by subscription, because, of course
yeah, but they also killed the X-90, so give them some credit...
Considering distance and, you know, wires, I can’t really tell, but you don’t sound like any I know, since they’re so prone to bragging about their wealth. It’s the multi-millionaires working on their fifth or sixth seven-zero accounts that don’t. It’s always the quiet ones.
Facts are facts, and these are those. I endorse your conclusion.
Make it seaworthy as well and you’ve got my attention. Seal it up and mount some dive planes, and I’ll write a check today. (it would bounce, but the sentiment is there)