It is still amazing to me, that this whole car body was pounded out of aluminum by hand. That fact alone makes it worth more than any modern ‘supercars’.

Absolutely positive one was brown and one was orange. Both were factory Spyder’s. I can probably dig up photos...

Ok—here’s a good story about a found car.

And when gas prices skyrocket again and Americans realize how much it will cost to run and fill up their Tahoes, F150s, and Explorers and then flock to fuel efficient imports, we’ll see an article that says “Why American car companies can’t compete.” It happened in the 70s, it happened a decade ago, and it will happen…

Quitter.

I had to fix brake lines on my grandfathers van after he died so we could sell it to pay for the funeral. One of the worst days of my life.

Young, cocky Air Force officer pulls up to an apartment building to pick up a blind date in his shiny new E-Type.

While that generation of the Chrysler minivan was never offered in the US with a stick, there was at least one in Westchester County in the early-mid 2000s. I saw it from time to time picking up kids at the high school. Naturally, it was on Diplomat plates. Some cool cars get into the country that way, I’ve seen a…

So, the battery’s dying, there’s no oil pressure, the doors don’t shut right, the car thinks it’s in Park, the check-engine light is on, and this person’s biggest concern is still their fuel economy?

Missed this ask earlier. Will do mine quick and dirty.

About 20 years ago a friend who was an Assistant DA in NYC bought a used Corolla from a very large dealership in NYC. She had paid top dollar. It had low miles, but did not look like it. She had the car for about a month and it was a real POS. the kind of car you would expect form a buy here pay here dealer, not one…

My (black) dad was treated like garbage at his local BMW dealer when he was shopping for a car for my mom.

My parents always had badass cars, as my grandfather owned a chain of very profitable car dealerships in Texas.

I was 15 and my mom was supposed to pick me up from work. Apparently her car wouldn’t start, my dad was gone and she couldn’t get in touch with him, so she improvised. She grabbed the keys to my dad’s 1969 firebird that had a 600+hp 434ci small block chevy at the time and across town she came.

When I was 12 or 13, my Mom was driving me somewhere in our then-new 1985 Audi 5000S. A little ways up Madison Avenue in way-suburban Trumbull, Connecticut, we spotted a red Ferrari Testarossa pulling out of a side street.

My mom taught me how to drive my standard Audi Coupe senior year in highschool....only after buying the thing and embarrassing myself on the inclined dealer exit in front of my dad and whoever else.

Tldr: I blasted across the country with my dad on my way to my first real job, and couldn’t have asked for a better copilot.

My son and I were out running errands and were cutting through an industrial park when we saw a guy with a Ford GT out in his lot. We pulled up so I could tell my son about it, and the guy waved us over to come take a closer look. He let my son sit in it and we chatted for a few.

I bought an XKR convertible a couple weeks ago. The other day I was getting gas when a little old lady (80ish) pulled up behind me in a lovely white Benz SEC. We’re talking like 4'10'’, curly grey hair, cardigan, the whole deal. She comes up, says ‘Wow, what a beautiful car, can I take a look?’ I tell her of course,…

Dad lives in the Texas Hill Country, and has a 1961 190SL