He also had 12 other BMWs stored in the parking lot of the company he worked for.

I don’t know about the worst, but best...trim...ever...

Car and Driver had a wonderful primer on how to rid yourself of toter Winkel. Your wife will thank you.

Thats the most janky-ass looking thing I’ve seen on here in awhile. Whatever was done to it added lots of weight and the rear suspension wasn’t compensated for either.

I feel like I own some kind of special unicorn each time I see my wagon. And I feel terribly filthy each time I think about selling it. I think I’ve given up that idea. 3 pedal wagons are too hard to find.

Wagons!

Moar wagons!

There are no wagons, except this wagon. Which was the first car I was allowed to drive. (sans wood paneling). We once fit 14 friends into this car, and not uncomfortably either.

Roadkill in wagons!!!!

WAGONS

This is my wagon. There are many like it, but this one is mine. My wagon is my best friend. It is my life. I must master it as I must master my life.Without me, my wagon is useless. Without my wagon, I am useless. I must drive my wagon true. I must drive straighter than my nemesis who is trying to pass me. I must…

WAGONS.

Bitch, I write about real cars every goddamn day! I wrote four other articles about cars and car-related things the same day I wrote this. And the weird obsession isn’t with the crazy group; it’s because of my crazy eyeball/headlight fixation. That’s the root of it all. And not being breast-fed.

Wagons!

Wagons! Yes, wagons. Wagons.

That’s why I love it when they sprawl out in the open, makes me feel like they feel completely secure and at home.

But how fast can it squeeze juice out of prepackaged bags?

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