a) Sick burn

I was listening to this album yesterday. With God. Watching Scotty die.

Everyone repeat after me: Mr. Smug doesn’t know the difference between a track day and competitive racing, and should be resoundingly ignored.

I love hatchbacks, wagons, and properly executed fast backs, and quite frankly the 5GT is none of these things. Any hatch that has a trunk like character line just looks the designer came to a shit or get off the pot moment, but somehow does neither. The overall look comes across as lumpy.

There’s a wood stove in there. Holy wtf Batman. Part of me really digs the overall insanity of this, however I have to wonder how long before all of that additional weight FUBARs this monstrosity. CP 

Ferry. The Darien Gap is pretty much impassable.

Torch has it right. Lada Niva is the correct answer. They are dirt simple to work on, and will pretty much go anywhere.

The fitment of the door is absolutely awful on the passenger side.

If car pool lanes aren’t meant to be moving faster than the congested traffic then what exactly would the point be of having one? The biker was well within his rights and the slow ass, lane changing, triple line crossing bonehead is at fault here.

I can think of only one good reason to dump a lot of money into a repair and then immediately offering a car for sale: it’s because you finally realized the money pit is infinitely deep. CP

I also find it interesting that the seller feels the need to tell us that “nothing will shock or offend me.”

Are you deliberately trolling us?

My wife would kill me if I went and bought another car, otherwise I’d be on my way to Erie right now.

I don’t know if you’re being daft, or if I was not sufficiently clear. Neither one of those are a civilian market AM General Hummer H1. Point out a running civilian market example and I will concede your point.

Really? An actual running H1 for $12k? Kindly point one out for me.

As soon as I saw this I know I was going to be on this losing side of the NP/CP vote because I have a rare genetic deformity that causes me to swoon over well sorted quirky French cars.

A pair of wild Alpines, and a pair of wild Domes? I think I may have a new bucket list destination.

Damn, it’s like Evil and Hatred hooked up and conceived some vile little offspring, abused it into adulthood and named it Nibby.

I was getting all excited about wagons, and you had to go and ruin it.

Explorer transmissions from this era are made from wet tissue paper. Can’t imagine upping the power helps matters at all.