At least self-checkout is predictably shitty and its realm of possible shittiness is rather restricted. The shittiness of people ahead of you in analog checkout has no limits.
At least self-checkout is predictably shitty and its realm of possible shittiness is rather restricted. The shittiness of people ahead of you in analog checkout has no limits.
And you didn’t just borrow a head (or entire engine) from one of your other crap box Jeeps?
Anything that lets us know what other drivers are about to do makes driving safer.
What I’d also like to see is some sort of front-mounted brake light on vehicles so we can tell whether oncoming cars are at least thinking about slowing down as they approach from the side or rear.
It was the Dodge version of the Valiant. Different grill and taillights, no fake spare tire hump on the trunk. Ours had the 225 cubic inch Slant Six.
I learned to drive in a 1961 Dodge Lancer with the pushbutton automatic.
I put Moons on my Scion xB. While everyone else was contemplating and debating spoke patterns of new wheels, I said to hell with spokes.
The bigger question: What would it take to get even a fraction of those whining for the return of the Supra to actually buy one?
It’s the ghost of Henry Ford, angry they’ve stopped making sedans.
“...use the buzzword ‘mobility’ to sell to younger two-wheel buyers.” Um, “mobility” is the term used for the scooters used by people who have trouble walking.
It’s what we used to generically call an “enduro” because of the very similar Yamaha Enduros.
Since Chevy struggles with high end interiors, and since the ZR1 is a track toy, maybe they should just give it a stripper interior.
It looked better in camouflage.
Does buying myself some power steering fluid on the 26th count?
“...You do what the fuck I tell y’all to do or we get rid of y’all.’”
Aren’t most ordinary jobs that way?
“...more intricate, Baroque...” Just wait for the GMC version.
I long for the smooth, minimalist Silverados of the ‘80s and ‘90s. But pendulums swing. Someday we’ll grow tired of the overwrought Japanese-robot-on-HGH-suffering-from-a-frail-ego look. If we aren’t all turned to stone first.
I’d rather have that Buick.
Someone needs to recheck their geography for the location of Portugal. :D
Blue that’s almost black. Yum.