After all that it might have been easier, cheaper and quicker to register it in someplace like South Dakota where they have neither safety nor smog inspection.

I shake my head at the impending death of the two-door vehicle.

Well, the possibility of the Jeep self-destructing at any second will take the boredom out of crossing the flatlands.

I have 215K and counting on my Chevy Express van (cargo version, not passenger) with the 4.8L engine. The only mechanical repair has been new front rotors. The first half of it’s life was with a security systems company. It’s current job is schlepping me around the country on various adventures. That means it spends…

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.

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.