It’s for pulling your half-million-dollar 5th-wheel travel trailer.

Back in 1971 the company I worked for had a fleet of AMC Hornets (which became the Concord). Two doors, strippers. No AC, no radio, rubber floor covering. There was some strange engineering in those things. For example, the front seatbacks were attached by a pin one side and a bolt on the other that stepped down from…

“...but if it were me,...” If it were you, you’d get the most clapped-out, self-destructing XJ you could find. Again. :)

What’s the skin made of? 

My fellow boomers can be such whiney asshats at times.

I suspect the intent of a small Ford pickup would be to slot into the commercial truck lineup as a companion to the Transit Connect.

I had one with the clear case and camera module. Woot!

There was a period back in the 90s when I had to fly on business about every week. I always parked in the same remote lot at LAX. I got off the shuttle late one night and... drew a complete blank as to what part of the lot I was parked in this time. I wandered around for a half hour, pushing the remote lock button,…

It makes stubby crossovers look less stubby.

Succession dares us to like a show with no likeable characters. Damn, they succeeded.

I think washcloths and leg washing are separate issues. I prefer a scrub brush, maybe a loofa.

Two-door sedans also said, “I’m single (I don’t need to haul a family around) but I’m a responsible citizen (not the type of extended-adolescence bozos who drive muscle cars, or tweed-capped old farts who drive sports cars.)” Or it said, “My wife drives the wagon.”

Looks like a giant pinched the middle.

This is why it’s good to have “distinguishing marks” on your body, a.k.a. tattoos. Your name, for instance. 

The Little Mermaid statue in Copenhagen is brown.

Most convertible tops are ugly, regardless of color.

Ford F-series trucks have it. So does the current Silverado. Ram trucks appear to have stick-on embossed tailgate lettering.

I lived in the South for 17 years.

I’m talking about Southern labor in general.

There’s a deeply rooted belief in the South that employees are at the mercy of the bosses—because they are—and that one should do nothing to risk the crappy, underpaid, unprotected jobs they’re lucky to have. So when management threatens to close the plant and move elsewhere (where they can exploit other desperate…