Most of the problems with the 4.7 are user error-no one changes their fluids like they are supposed to, and at the end of the day, it’s a 1960s machine that won’t tolerate that.

Definitely not.

Did I see TUMBLEWEEDS?

Any woman who would allow me to transport our children in a 1995 Chrysler Voyager equipped with only a single airbag is the grail.

Fair about the noise. Though I’m fairly sure my XJs and ZJs are quicker than this LX.

Pretty the JK has drain and fill plugs on the axles, tcase and the 6MT for sure.  Either that or I really screwed up doing this over the weekend. 

Great series, David. Came here to say that you need to try a WJ (99-04) Grand Cherokee with the 4.7 HO motor. Great cross country vehicle (great seats, great engine, great cruise control, smooth ride), dual solid axle like a XJ, 330ft/lbs of torque. Plus, random small things still break, so it’s still a Jeep. For…

“ If I have a family at some point in the future, this would be great. But I just don’t need all the space.”

The tailgate will change your life. 

For maximum control, 9 and 3, with thumbs inside the wheel over the spokes. That’s the whole reason that there’s a spot for your thumbs on racing wheels:

“1/8" aux input”

I would assume it’s cheaper, because that’s how they do it in basic spec U-Haul Chevy Express vans.

1.) The point is to look for moving objects like children that are in your blind spot. It’s not for looking for fine details.
2.) That’s a simple fix of just making the mirror wider.
3.) Like the LCDs they already have in dashboards aren’t fucked when it comes to glare and contrast. Toyota, Nissan, and Kia/Hyundai all…

It’s not a bad idea, but here’s a better one:

Made out of the same materials as the Mk4 window regulators, you say?

The backup cam problem is easily fixed with one integrated into the rearview mirror. 

Once again, we see that pretty much anything can be explained if you just watch The Simpsons and Family Guy.

Incredible

VAG seeks to engulf former head.

Dear Penthouse: It was a hot day in the summer. The mechanic’s blue shirt was unbuttoned an extra notch, showing glistening chest hair. His hands were the rough, strong hands of a working man as they shook mine and I looked into his grey eyes, steely as the tools he wielded.