MisterMoon
Mister_Moon
MisterMoon

Neutral: Some of the products that I import for my business have been hit with 25% tariffs. We’ve definitely passed those increases on to our customers. Whether or not my customers are passing them along, I don’t know. But I damn sure tell them to pass them along to the consumer. 

For me it’s the 1961 Cadillac. Long, low, and unashamedly American.


In the era before smartphones ca. 2003 or 2004 I took a Delta Connection flight from LGA to YUL on a Dornier 328 regional jet with only one other passenger. I’m retroactively sad that I missed the chance to go viral with my own “private jet” meme. 

I guess this is the death knell for the oddball 6.8 V-10 powering half the Ford chassis RVs on the market. I don’t think that motor will be missed all that much either. 

No love for the Mk 2 Supra?  <pouty face>

Last year we had to buy a car because my wife’s van was totaled. We wound with a Ford Explorer for about $40k out the door. I could have stroked a check for the full amount, but with Ford’s zero down zero interest deal for 5 years, putting any cash up front seemed a bad investment. Instead I was able to fully fund

Siennas are great, we had one for 14 years and would still have it if an inattentive driver hadn’t made an abrupt left turn in front of us last summer. But I’d avoid the AWD version: No spare and you are on run-flats that wear out very quickly and cost beaucoup. At least that’s what buddy who had one told me about

Wrong, exhaust pipes are a car’s vocal cords. 

I still find my fifty-something wife of thirty years body extraordinary. She’s sometimes unbelieving that I think so, but I tell her if she could see herself through my eyes she’d be a lot more confident and comfortable with herself. Love and real commitment will do that for you, something a narcissistic French author

My stepbrother just bought one from Spain for $15K including freight and duties. It’s not as cosmetically nice as this one, but it’s not $10K not as nice.

It’s a cool little ute. Dreadfully slow, slow though. Like top speed of around 55-60 mph  and it takes a while to get there. Not a good road-trip car. 

We were a year shy of our 2004 Sienna making 15 years when somebody didn’t see us coming and abruptly turned left in front of us and our poor van perished. We had every intention of driving that thing for 20 years. We got 145,000 miles out of it and it still drove and rode like it was brand new. We could never

I’d drive that car every day, like a boss. That’s mid-century modern done right.

I’d always prefer a camper shell. I had a folding tonneau on my old Explorer Sport Trac that was better than nothing but inferior to the camper shell I had on my Ranger for 12 years. 

The car with the bald tires probably belonged to a minimum wage housekeeper who may be working two jobs just to get by and keep their family housed and fed. The life of the working poor is often just one step from disaster, as this poor Malibu’s tire demonstrates. 

I get joy from seeing vehicles this rusty getting fixed back up, but mostly because it’s an International Metro. When was the last time you saw one of those?

I had an orange 71. I’d love to have another one like it. I erased mine 35 years ago by driving it under a school bus. I was fun while it lasted. 

It’s not a hard fix. The handle on my daughter’s Toyota Avalon broke off and she finally goaded me out of procrastination and got me to fix it. The handle was something like $35 on Amazon, plus another $25 or so for a can of color matching paint and clear coat. It was a little tricky getting the nuts on the back of

You should get more stars. The only teams that can play that game well are factories, and even they have their financial limits. This is clearly in evidence as the big names have all dropped out of WEC’s top prototype class.

Only works if the wheelbase is constant for all cars. It isn’t. By your reckoning even when going the same speed, a Smart car would always be measured ~2X faster an F-350 longbed.

I owned a 1985 Dodge Aries K wagon. In my early 20's, while I was single. On purpose.

I met my wife (of 29 years) during the time I owned it, so I must have pulled it off.