achristensen
A. Christensen
achristensen

My then-wife had a Samurai.

Before that, a girlfriend had a Corolla. It was an adequate car, but it was always filled with crap. It took several minutes to clear the passenger seat before I could ride with her. Her apartment was the same way. There are some things great sex can’t compensate for.

I accidentally put my ‘07 Chevy Express van (4.8L engine) into reverse doing about 65 down a steep grade. I had meant to drop it into 3rd or 2nd for some engine braking, but I had a brain fart. All that happened was that the engine immediately shut off. I think they’re designed to do that. The trick was coasting the

The Vega wagon. I had one long ago when I was young, broke and stupid. And there was the Pinto wagon.

Or maybe it should be thought of as wrapping the bare minimum of car around an outrageous engine.

I want the graphics.

I used to have everything delivered to my place of work.

“...super cute front-wheel drive premium lifestyle accessory in the mid-1990s.”

Perhaps the market is for people who have been avoiding trucks because of their truckiness.

Maybe the question should be: What vehicles are people with wretched taste and an uncontrollable need to spread it around most likely to buy? 

Mechanics in third world countries would love to have gears that nice. And they’d make them run another 70 years. :)

Too much Optimus Prime going on there for my tastes.

I was in my first real job, in 1979. One day one of the secretaries arrived in a reddish-orange 1970 911E. Wow, how did she manage to get a Porsche? It belonged to a friend of the family, who wanted to sell it. How much? $6,000. I bought it. One of the oddball E-model front struts kept sagging, so that had to be

Strip the paint down to bare metal, then clear coat it.

How about Hollywood giving superhero movies a rest for a while? Like for twenty or thirty years?

A Falcon! Yeah.

Old RVs.

Yeah, I found a slightly different photo taken at the same time. It was larger and sharper. I could tell my father isn’t one of those guys. Oh well.

My father, Morley B. Christensen, was Chief of Construction and Maintenance for the Bureau of Public Roads, which was first part of the Department of Commerce, then the Department of Transportation. He oversaw most of the construction of the Interstate system until he retired in 1968. I refer to him as the midwife of

The Toyota Camry of trailer parks: the Mustang.

“Right now” used three times in one paragraph. That’s some fancy writin’.