An Asian woman driver is your hero? That is something you don’t hear everyday.

Ah, one of THOSE Accords. I see your dilemma. I think it becomes a Jalop when you begin making electrical repairs with any stray wiring you have lying around and/or duck tape.

I didn’t even think of it until the comment, but you know what is for sale now?

Think of it this way. You went through the expense to be an authorized Aston shop. You have what, 6 bays? Now, this one car, through the owner’s waffling, is costing you to only be able to use 5 bays at a time, instead of 6. An owner with enough cash to purchase this car, but too cheap to get full insurance or to pay…

This lady got a harsh reality check. The repair bill doesn’t sound at all unreasonable, however $200 a day storage fee seems like a bit of a ripoff.

I’m not being salty. I wouldn’t say no to more power. I’m saying you’re an idiot if you discount the car entirely as “not a sports car” simply because it isn’t as fast as a Mustang in a straight line. There are different kinds of sports car, and not all of them revolve around horsepower.

Plenty of Jalops will buy the 2018 Stinger - in 2026.

Is that real hardwood or laminate? Because if the project is over budget, laminate gives you 90% of the look for 30% of the price! And the doors... NEEDS MOAR SHIPLAP!!!1

And throw pillows. Throw pillows everywhere.

I... really don’t hate it? It’s a little too busy, but I kind of like the direction.

I think this idea has merit. How about a center console with a nice live edge to really spruce things up.

Thinkin’ the same thing, off lease, certified pre-owned, I’m there!

Wait! Coed gym class?!

the 34-speaker Bose Panaray sound system

Plus certain parts are pristine and shiny while others look well worn and dingy. Pick a theme and stick with it. This is like “highly detailed patina” or some shit.

I bought this....

You must have missed the part where I said this:

My tribute to the greatest of the dead-brands, Pontiac

That picture gave me flashbacks. My first car was an ‘82 Bonneville. The Parisienne was aspirational.

Still recovering from pickling my liver and not getting behind the wheel, but three nights off was awesome.