That’s a solid hypothesis.

Eeeeeeyup.

Using the breaker bar to loosen outward-facing caliper bolts — and getting *nowhere* — is trouble. Finally realizing that lefty-loosey and righty-tightey are reversed when the bolt is screwed in facing you is double.

Yeah, but I was the one that neglected the car for months. Had I just spared a few hours on one weekend and addressed the non-starting issue, I’d have gotten to the problem. It was the neglect that proved catastrophic, not the still-hasn’t-lived-it-down foul by my sister.

It was fall, and I went to start my seldom-driven but nearly pristine (except for faded gray paint) 4-speed X-11. It refused to start. I cranked away for several minutes, but no go.

You’ll be happier if you just embrace that you’re wrong. Own it.

“But I don’t have a whole office expecting to share my pot, either.”

“...to fill Tom and Ray’s shoes...”

How can there not be a zoning solution to this?

Shhhh. Don’t call it a turn signal or indicator. Call it a lane departure warning interrupt device. Or whatever that is in German.

“calendar (hmm, 12 racers...)“

I’ll not back this until someone rights the other representational wrong by establishing a POC-only racing league.

But those lesser known female driver’s aren’t looking for “spotlight”. They’re looking to be the best drivers by beating the other best drivers.

“Daffodillic”

I can’t count how many stereotypes the young black man driving it was breaking.

Our driver’s ed. Tempo would die when parallel parking: 4 cyl. < power steering pump

Staying under 4,000 lbs?

I just saw a functioning Omni (white or off-white) *yesterday*, circling a grocery store parking lot in St. Louis County. It was equally jarring and strangely comforting.

It’s Proto-Spicer!

He touched me here. And here.