Test drove a 2019 WRX STI today. It was so different than any car I’ve driven in recent memory. Very visceral! Stiff clutch, notchy shifter, tight steering, loud, fast. Loud and fast. Big wing, hood scoop. I kinda’ fell in love with it and hated it at the same time. I can’t image using it as a daily. Just too raw.
New car or truck: starts at 29K
She has a 2014 Rogue. I hate it with a passion. Not for any good reason. Just sort of the vehicle itself and some maintenance crap that’s gone wrong with it.
Almost six hours of work into winter prep today.
Priced out a 2019 Ranger Lariat. Added the FX4 package, running boards, equipment group 501A (for the B&O stereo), and tonneau cover.
Cliff notes review of my 2019 Jetta S
Where only bears and the brutal winters can kill me.
It was 80 degrees and sunny today. I enjoyed driving my GTI to my Moms retirement home, then to the Government center to get building permits, and finally to my Moms empty house so I could spend the rest of the beautiful day trapped indoors with bottles of Simple Green and many, many rolls of paper towels. Turns out…
Houston we have a problem.
Is a fellow Oppo selling this sweet Miata? Because it’s pretty awesome. RHD, turbo.
I just washed my car out in the sunny, but blustery, afternoon sun. Towels were flying around, neighbors commented on how I “missed a spot”, and I felt pressured to get it all washed and waxed before the sun went down.
Holy crap. How can I be 50? It sneaks up on you, that’s for sure.
My Mom crashed her Subaru Outback last week. She didn’t know she drove over a curb and bumped into another car. People were waving their hands at her to stop rocking back and forth over the curb, banging into the bumper of the other car.
Inquiring minds want to know.
The Hobbits could have save a lot of time by skipping the trip to Mordor and popping into McDonald’s for some coffee. I know, I know. The cup says “Caution, hot beverage”. But for the love of all that is good and right in the world, ITS TOO HOT. As in, throw in The One Ring of Power and watch it melt in the swirling…
I’m driving 650 miles to Indiana see my Dad and Stepmom. I’m going to load the road bike up on the roof in anticipation of 2 semi-warm days of biking (which is pretty unusual for Indy this time of year).
After deciding I need to get my fat butt out on the bike in the mornings, I discovered my nice bike light is missing. Oh, I’m sure it’s in the house somewhere, but for pete’s sake I can’t find it. I even looked under the bed and everything!
You’re about to buy a car that will last you the next 15 years.
As I sit here looking out the window at my 6 speed GTI that mainly gets driven to work and the grocery store, I feel sort sad that I’m not driving it anywhere cool. I started to dream of neat places we could go: tail of the dragon, blue ridge mountains, autocrossimg, drag racing. Anywhere but the backlot of Safeway to…
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