thank you. I do the same and have to explain it often

My sister and I had a nice collection of Matchbox cars, with clear preferences as to who got what when mom took us shopping, but that MG with the dog in the back seat was the one car each of us was always trying to win or steal from the other.

It should and would be a golden age for salvage yards stocking hard parts like body panels, suspension components, glass, and rebuildable engines and transmissions, if anybody gave a damn about keeping their (newer) older cars on the road the way we did (and still do) with cars from the 1950's and 60's.

My first car was an inherited 1966 Chevelle Malibu Sport Coupe. No SS, but top of the line trim on a 283 powerglide was sweet enough. But it lacked the kind of street presence I craved. I should have quit with a pair of hijacker air shocks to lift the tail and cherry bomb mufflers for sonic authority, but my…

I’d rather face a tornado in a locomotive than every other vehicle I’ve ever driven, half the houses I’ve lived in and two thirds of the stores I’ve ever worked in.

Not only that, but the Legacy GT and the Outback H-6 were the first Subarus to get the electronically controlled 5 speed automatic (a heavy duty piece designed for their then upcoming SUV). It’s no ZF, but for a slushbox, quite entertaining.

I’m inclined to agree, and historical reports have been limited by the range of our observation. Now, as we monitor more of the planets far corners, we see more ev

I built a Corvair to autocross, left out anything that would slow me down, and raced it on weekends while driving it to work every day for more than a year. The serpentine route to my office rewarded daily practice with times that continually improved as I left earlier and earlier to have the road to myself, which…

...or just want to avoid suspicion by not spending the loot until the investigators have concluded a fruitless search for the thieves

Yeah, but there are decent folk among the bureaucrats as well. My wife’s Civic shredded the dreaded timing belt on the Mianus River bridge in Connecticut (after it collapsed in 1983, but before a new one was built, so pure lane reduction chaos on the remaining span). It was towed off the bridge and left where I could…

I can’t imagine a more unreliable car that I’d sell my soul to own

better to go out with a bang than a whimper

and comes with a story

you youngsters are whining about losing all these gears....when I grew up it was three on the tree or a Powerglide 2 speed automatic. If nothing else, those Powerglides were bulletproof, with the ability (of many) to be push/roll started.

Well I’m a senior whose shopping criteria included good outward visibility, comfortable heated seats at a height I just can slide into, decent cargo capacity and the security of all wheel drive with decent ground clearance to deal with our sloppy winters. And no CVT.

2nd generation Corvairs with Porsche engines and suspension components. These were beautiful cars that GM barely supported after Ralph Nader crucified the swing axle cars of the pre-65 cars (64 was a weird transitional year with components of both). Given the 95-180 hp that they pushed through through powerglides and…

back when my buddies and I were rebuilding cheap Corvairs to autocross and run time trials on club days at Lime Rock, we realized that Chevy only cut about 9 different keys for the car and always checked a new arrival for which version it had...

That’s also how my wife has described most of my ”projects”

245 miles every day? I’d almost bet on a new take on the old odometer rollback scam:

Bum. When I was a kid that conjured up an image of a hobo with a perpetual five o’clock shadow, chewing on the stump of a cigar, with his belongings carried in sack tied to a stick resting on his shoulder. He traveled by boxcar and lived in train yards, cooking beans on a campfire as his hobo colleagues passed around a…