I’m sick of scrolling. First generation Scion xB. The TARDIS of cars. I once fit 80 flutes, clarinets, alto saxes, trumpets and trombones in mine. Headroom is ridiculous, rear seat room is Town Car-esque, visibility is in the Popemobile zone, it’ll cruise at 80 all day every day, going 35 miles on a gallon, until the…

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Funny, I always think of "too many doors" people as not wanting to be reminded that they don't have more than one friend. But I don't have any friends and I still prefer 4 doors. Especially on a Cadillac.

The Vs strike me as their generation’s version of the Grand National and GNX, except maybe faster, definitely better handling, and more practical in a lot of ways. Plus I just think a fast Cadillac is cooler than a fast Buick. But like 85% of GNX’s got driven straight into storage to be sold for something ridiculous…

I’m a guy who never spent 5 figures on a car, truck or bike, and never spent more than a grand on a Car or truck till I was 29, and even I know 5 figures is no big deal anymore.

Why does everybody think the new car has to be new? Get a suicide Continental, an original Mini Cooper, a ‘65 Corvair coupe with a 4 speed, a pre-RX7 Mazda rotary or a Volvo Amazon.

Seems like a ND, but I checked out what Tucker convertibles are going for right now, and it turns out every one on the market is exactly this price, so NP for somebody I guess, but I'm more of a Phantom Corsair guy.

At $1.75M, NP; you could make a case for $2M. But at $2.5M, there’s just too many nicer cars you could buy and really enjoy. And so unsafe! The front passenger has that little bunker to jump down into, but what's the driver supposed to do?

Are you saying JFK died from inadequate side protection?

My current ride has a pair of Mikunis, the one before that had Bings, and before that had Keihins, and back in the day I had a few Amals and a Jikov. Jets, needles, floats, all that crap—and a tickler here and there. And a lot of owner's manuals recommending 97 octane. Too bad I don't live near a race track.

When I was a kid, every store had sneakers "like" Chucks, but I'm not sure I knew anybody who owned the real ones till high school. We'd just go to Wards and poke through the bin until we found a right and a left, same size & color, and handed over our six bucks.

I don't mind running E10/87 in my camper with a 351 Windsor, but I won't put it in my 2 stroke street bike. A 2 stroke with shot crankcase seals isn't a bike anymore.

And what's the one German word we all know how to yell? "Schnell!" And we don't want the car to say "okay, I'll rust faster."

Pickups are still popular because, if the interior is as comfortable as a sedan, people figure why not get a truck, just in case you need it? And of course you need a nice tall truck to see past everybody else's nice tall trucks. I used my trucks to haul motorbikes so the stuff they sell today would be useless to me,…

My only Mopar was an ‘81 van with Slant 6 and 4 on the floor. The only option on it was the long wheelbase—no factory radio. I bought it for $300, drove it for a year and a half (a Honda CB160 and a ‘74 Jawa for winter ballast) and sold it for $400. One time I was driving down the Thruway and the engine quit. The…

We are talking about a guy who probably spent a month trying to figure out how to drive a '93 Cherokee from Michigan to Germany.

Not really. It starts at the Harlem River under the Triboro Bridge ramp, heads west past the Apollo, and ends at the Hudson by Dinosaur BBQ.

I’ve lived in Cortland, Clinton, Albany, Schenectady, Warren, Bronx, New York and Saratoga counties. If you can't get there on the subway, LIRR or Staten Island Ferry, it's upstate.

518 goes up to the Canadian border. It's almost down-province.

The people in the City who gave Upstate its name know that it starts on the north side of 125th Street. Hotel Theresa=not upstate; Apollo Theater=upstate.