1. 1991 Pontiac Grand Prix SE Coupe. Things currently broken: both fog lights, one headlight, driver’s door handle, passenger door handle, cassette deck, power locks (kinda), steering wheel mute button, steering wheel AM/FM button, fuel gauge, oil gauge, engine makes weird noise when cold sometimes, and it needs two…
Today is a day of firsts.
It was black, shiny and had 6 taillights. It was also speeding, but I would be too in their shoes. After some frantic Google Imaging I believe it’s a 365, but I only got a look at the back.
I have acquired my first automatic, a Hamilton Jazzmaster Day Date. It is very nice and shiny, especially the dial, which is stunning in person.
Warning: non-car-related, keyboard-heavy content ahead.
Rented one of each for a quick Car2Go jaunt here in the Portland metro area. Here are my relatively uninformed thoughts.
Here they are, in an unordered list format, because I’m lazy. Please read them, and get me those sweet, sweet views.
I have no words for how bad this commercial is. Well, I have a couple, but my school WiFi will flag me if I type them.
The McLaren Senna is an aesthetic tragedy. I’m sure it will be amazing to drive, yada yada yada. But I wouldn’t want to be caught dead in this.
No door handles. No stupid tuning forks in the grille. I kinda like it now.
I’ve been listening to this nonstop for a week. This whole album is blowing my damn mind.
I thought they used Mercedes parts, but apparently we were misled.
The Model 3 has the most beautiful interior I think I’ve ever seen. Probably not the most functional, but aesthetically it makes me feel like I need to go lie down. The steering wheel is still ugly (#2spoke4lyfe), but that’s genuinely my only gripe.
Finally upgraded from a pirated copy of Illustrator 2013 to paid CC. It’s basically the same, but at least now I get updates.
I swear this thing was so loud it shook the concrete a block away. Some kind of kit car, perhaps?
Crossovers. Nobody likes ‘em. I don’t really like ‘em. You probably don’t like ‘em. Unfortunately, there remains one stubborn, fatuous subset of American car buyers who do like ‘em: pretty much all American car buyers.