So this article wasn’t about the woman in the lede photo. Why include her picture?
So this article wasn’t about the woman in the lede photo. Why include her picture?
I want one. I’m too big for the little Aston but I still want one. They’re beautiful cars.
Since when has there been a fix for Powershit transmissions?
“It has to be called “Dirty Laundrie”, right?”
The Metropolitan Gala? It looks more like it could be Deep Space 9 or Hallowe’en. The new guard supplants the old guard.
Partly right. In 1964, there were two levels of Acadian, one Chevy II-based and the other Chevelle-based. My first car was a ‘64 Acadian Invader two-door sedan. Invader was the cheapest trim - think Chevy II 300-series. No options, rubber flooring. Great times in that car!!
“ ...people like you have a dimished capacity to learn.”
The number of professional top-tier drivers who aren’t/weren’t fucking tools I could count on one hand. There are very few top drivers worthy of respect beyond their achievements on the track.
Godspeed, Hugo.
My mom and her dad were the speedhunters in our family. When I was growing up, Gramps had a speed-pack ‘56 Chevy BelAir coupe until he ordered a ‘64 AMC Ambassador 990 coupe that was built as a factory police interceptor special underneath. The local police chief was a friend and let Gramps add his car to the city’s…
A writer with a B.A. in Writing/Arts should know the difference between ring and wring, and taught and taut.
“Don’t ever change David.”
Mission statements? Of course they suck. It isn’t the ‘90s anymore, FFS.
A fool and his money/Corvette/life are soon parted.
Way to go, Elizabeth! The back of the Suburban actually looks like a comfortable spot to me. For a few nights at a time it would be great, but I also like the idea of an occasional hotel room for a hot shower and clean sheets.
“Sylvanus Freelove Bowser”
“... I just don’t think it would take a ton of speed, just going at full speed...”