Transported 3 full size desktop PCs for work. Snagged a Christmas tree one year, too - drove around in the snow with the top down and the tree protruding up out of the passenger’s side.

I’ve had a ‘73 for about 20 years. That’s tempered glass. I have yet to see one break but that is my biggest fear.

Ford Mustang?

My first car was a 1980 Mercury Capri RS. There was no horn on the steering wheel. To honk the horn, you had to press in on the end of the turn signal stalk to the left of the wheel. It was... absurd? Dangerous? Almost useless?

Factory Five GTM in bright orange with the NC tag “SLEEPER.” I also had “E=MX5" on my NB Miata.

Phone use phone use phone use.

1.9 with CFI in the Ford EXP. UGH.

Sooooo... you’re voting CP?

Started on an electric car when I was a toddler, had a go-kart by the time I was 6, and mom took us out to learn stick on our ‘77 Datsun wagon when I was 10. Learned properly when I was 15. Took a driving course to lower my insurance; the instructor evaluated me, then had me drive to Burger King so we could get lunch.

1975 K5 Blazer. Last year for the full removable roof.

Oh, the missed opportunities with my broken 110.

I’ve been in and out of major parts retailers here in North Carolina as I work on a couple of projects. Not at all rare for me to be the only one in the store wearing a mask, period. Customers and employees alike.

I knew this would spark some bad humor.

I did a full brake job on my wife’s car a few years ago, front and rear (I do all our work). About a year later, she took it to the shop we used for tires, alignments, and inspections (local, family run place). They told her she needed rear brakes. Not knowing the situation, she let them do it. We also let them do one…

Absolutely worth it.

I need a truck occasionally. So, I bought one I love, a ‘78 Jeep J10. Great truck, a lot of fun, drive it in the snow and when I need to haul something. Rest of the time? It’s parked. I don’t need to be daily driving a truck.

“The Red Car” by Don Stanford. Read it in the second or third grade, and fell in love with European cars (and, of course, the MG-TC in particular).

*bloc

OK, Beemer.