crotchetycurmudgeon
Crotchety Curmudgeon
crotchetycurmudgeon

In other news: the sky is blue.

So it was theoretically capable of doing four things!

$26,900 for a 2004 car that was not sold nor certified for road legality in the States, has a three-cylinder engine and a flappy-paddle gearbox, and almost certainly comes with title shenanigans...let’s explore some alternatives...

I’m suee the bit abouta Radio Flyer wagon is exaggeration for effect, but nevertheless, I want to try.

My pants inseam is either 34" or 36.” Granted, both my ‘92 Toyota pickup and the ‘81 Jeep J-10 (regular cab only, those) I test-drove were tight fits, but I managed. I fit better in my F-150s, which had an almost chair-like seating position. Perhaps I’m just more willing to accept a smaller cab than the average guy

Addenda can always be added later. According to Jeep sales brochures (which I viewed at http://www.oldcarbrochures.com/), a Wagoneer could be had with a manual as recently as 1982. It’s almost a certainty that very few were so equipped. The J-10 (though, oddly, not the J-20) could be had with a manual until at least

This dialogue has gotten me thinking. I miss the first vehicle I ever drove (1986 Dodge Ram 50), the first vehicle I really called mine (1963 Ford Falcon), some that I got rid of (in order of ownership: 1999 Ford Explorer Sport, 1967 Volkswagen Beetle, and 1993 Ford F-150; I suppose you could lump my 1991 F-150 in

That was a pretty common way of thinking when pagers were new. Pagers still carried that stigma in my early high school years.

I graduated high school in 1997. None of my fellow students carried a cell phone. My parents had an old Motorola brick around that time. It did two things: made and received calls.

Analog clocks look terribly out of place in a modern car, but I agree that knowing how to read them is a skill everyone should acquire. Same goes for reading a paper map and driving a manual transmission.

My sentiments exactly. When I was in high school, you were a real hot shit if you had a pager.

How do you stall 150 times without ever getting into first? Driving only in reverse or sarcasm are the only ways I can see that happening. I firmly believe that anyone who is physically capable of manipulating a manual transmission’s controls can learn how to drive one. All that is needed, besides a vehicle with a

One problem exists with the tutorial in the owner’s manual: they usually specify shift points that are a bit too early. Never mind those dipshit shift-up indicator lights! I sometimes drove a 2000 S-10 with one; in fourth gear, that stupid thing lit up at 38 MPH. If the speed limit was 40, I just left it in fourth. If

At least we seem to agree that crew cab trucks with beds under six feet in length are silly and pointless.

I value a truck for its ability to carry large objects: sheets of plywood and drywall, uncut 2x4s, lengths of pipe (I have transported 10-foot lengths of iron pipe in a Saturn, but do not recommend that others do so), and the like. The bed is also useful for hauling things I’d rather not have in the cab: gas cans,

I doubt Zuckerberg has that sort of reach or influence, but it would be nice to see those two thoroughly contemptible human beings destroy each other’s evil empires.

Maybe. All we have to do is wait for an investigation by the SEC.

Neutral: the most recent Lincoln I’d even contemplate buying is a Continental MK III, and even that would need a manual swapped in. Obviously, I am not the motoring public at large. Time will tell how that group allows Lincoln to do, and I’m not going to hedge any bets on its status.

If any relatively modern car “blows up” in value, it’ll probably be much the same as muscle cars. Inexpensive performance cars that were beaten to shit and/or mutilated will go through the roof. Their lesser fraternal twins will follow suit. Anything that was not available in performance guise will be overlooked for a

I have to dissent. For one thing, I can’t see it being a hot seller or a major money-maker. Further, Toyota would almost certainly fuck up a reintroduced MR2 with a bunch of goofy inorganic, mismatched design elements and no manual transmission option. The MR2 is one of those great cars of the past whose greatness