Yes, WiscoProud, I’m 60+. Where I lived (the suburbs of major cities on both coasts) there were rarely pickups in the family driveway—unless it was a repairman making a call. That was true until, oh, the early 90s or so. The story is probably different in other parts of the country.

I think it’s another case of everyone wanting a vehicle they couldn’t have, but then, when it’s real, they realized they didn’t want it enough to actually buy it.

“Trucks should cost more than cars...” Funny how things have changed in my lifetime. Cars used to be the symbols of status, success, power, while trucks were seen as bare-bones tools of the lower classes.

The design must have been outsourced to Kia.

“...surprisingly low-key and maybe a little overthought...” In other words, rich looking buy being confidently tasteful rather than ostentatiously gaudy.

“gravity celeb barbershop boot camp” Looks like they need a local business that teaches the use of punctuation.

Ah the days when you could get a COUPE the size of a house, with a trunk the size of a gymnasium.

I can’t speak for overlanders, but in the nomad culture there such a variety of vehicles, from bicycles to big RVs, it’s easier to use the generic “rig.”

Hurray for no-bid contracts awarded to big campaign donors.

Welcome to the refrigerated party, overlanders. I’ve lived in a van and wandered the West for almost seven years. I have a Dometic fridge running off of solar power. I have it inside a box made of 2" rigid foam to keep things cooler longer with less power.

I had a Type III fastback during my college years in the Utah mountains. It was handy that the FI adjusted for elevation changes. Other guys seemed to be either trying to find the right carb jets or just cursing how badly their cars ran.

I’m writing this from Quartzsite AZ, which is swarmed by hundreds of thousands of these swoosh boxes each winter. (I, on the other hand, am one of thousands in a plain white van.) Judging from the way the RV owners dress and act, I’m guessing they think the swooshes are the hight of style.

I try to avoid Amazon, but sometimes it’s the only way to find a thing I need—especially in the small town I live in. Actual stores have to limit their inventory to what’s most likely to sell, so when I need something out of the mainstream, or something with certain specifications, I shop online.

The location of a Holy Grail Jeep is not “the middle of nowhere.” It is the middle of where the holy grail is, making it the Holy Land.

Imagine all the auto designers who used to aspire to designing swoopy, sexy sports cars and sedans realizing it’s now all about putting lipstick on piggish crossovers.

The Ford teh fünf. Such a euphonious name.

Oh, and because it’s ugly.

Whereas I think the new Supra was always doomed because no matter what it was it would never live up to the fantasy.

I helped a friend fix up her old Scamp. We had a hell of a time getting the door to seal all the way around and stay latched. Its curved bottom complicated things. How is yours?

I wonder why vehicles built in the Rust Belt don’t resist rust better.