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Ah yes, leather power windows. Hard to see through, but oh so cool.

Well...no. I don’t remember exactly where I learned the meaning of “ajar,” but I heard and understood the riddle “When is a door not a door? When it’s a jar” before I first ran across a talking car (summer of 1983, I think).

We like Primary (www.primary.com)—full color range available on everything.

Not the first motorcycle with a reverse gear—Harley offered one as an option for their 74ci twins beginning in 1931.

It’s a 1930s Bearcat. Much fancier-looking than the original.

I expect you’re right—but I miss the days (not that long ago) when every car in Mazda’s lineup was available with a manual. My kid-toter is a Mazda5 with a six-speed. Sooner or later, I’ll have to replace it...

I saw two of these on a motorcycle trip about 20 years ago. The first was going the other way on the Trans-Canada near Parry Sound, ON, while I was heading for the border crossing at Sault Ste Marie. The second was an old one on display in the Henry Ford Museum in Dearborn, MI. I was less surprised by the second

Came for this, leaving satisfied.

1986 Saab 900 SPG. Couldn’t sit up straight in it (sunroof robbed it of too much headroom), but it was a great car otherwise. I don’t have a picture, but it looked just like this one.

It’s an air-cooled Porsche—it has a horizontally opposed 4.

I don’t like olives, but (a) clearly it can be used for other things, though I didn’t see it until the pistachio image went away, and (b) we have a Joseph Joseph can opener, nesting mixing bowls/sieve/colander/measuring cups, adjustable rolling pin and nesting storage containers. We like them.

I don’t like olives, but (a) clearly it can be used for other things, though I didn’t see it until the pistachio

I don’t like olives, but (a) clearly it can be used for other things, though I didn’t see it until the pistachio image went away, and (b) we have a Joseph Joseph can opener, nesting mixing bowls/sieve/colander/measuring cups, adjustable rolling pin and nesting storage containers. We like them.

I don’t like olives, but (a) clearly it can be used for other things, though I didn’t see it until the pistachio

I grew up in White Post, VA, and went by White Post Restorations regularly. There’d sometimes be something unusual parked outside. One morning in my early 20s I was on my way home from work and saw a Stout Scarab that had just arrived to have a thorough going over.

Scat-cat? Mud? That you, Vorkosigan?

We bought a used 6-speed Mazda 5 there about two years ago. The sales manager was adamant that they’d be selling new Saabs again this year. I feel it would be impolite of me to ask how that’s working out for him.

Possibly for extra engine oil under racing conditions?

I am so grey. Great is my gloom.

If he had only given us the frunk and not added the two rear trunks, it would have been enough. Day dayenu, day dayenu, day dayenu, dayenu dayenu.

Could be worse. Could be Officer Ned Land (who was Canadian, not Finnish, but oh well) on the job.