drewcoustic
J. Drew Silvers
drewcoustic

This story warms my cold cold bitter heart.

A few years ago I decided, at the age of 30, after never even having changed my own oil, that it was time to learn to wrench.

I didn’t want it. I wanted to keep my ‘83 533i, but the rings were toast on that 200,000 mile engine and it wouldn’t handle the 7 hour drive down to TAMU.

My dad worked out a deal with the company he did work for on a used maroon Firebird. Automatic. V6. Did I mention already that I didn’t want it? At least let me get

This 1979 Lincoln Continental, it gets 11 mpg no matter where or how I am driving, it is hilariously slow, it won’t fit in my garage, it barely fits in the driveway, it doesn’t fit in most parking spots, and I don’t need it.

Volkswagen Golf, Wolfsburg Edition. Everybody warned me about reliability issues. I countered with, German Engineering. Little did I know that German Engineering was code for piece of unreliable junk.

Modern German luxury cars are built to be leased instead of bought.

The most infuriating thing to me is reading the comments from all the 40-65 year old moms (I’m sure some men too I just didn’t see any this time) who think they are entitled to stay in the left lane because they are going the speed limit and therefore not “slow”. The main problem is we’ve deemed this lane the “fast

“and it sounds like free rein for police to start handing out tickets to anyone in the left lane”

Repeat after me: the left lane is NOT the “fast lane” it is the passing lane. It is for passing, not for cruising, regardless of your speed.

You’re kind of a dick aren’t you?

I’m going with fake... No fluids ever came out. Surely the radiator woulda busted, windshield washer fluid, oil etc should have been spilling out of it... I’m guessing something was up with the car and this is a video with a fake story for the cool factor...

I’m not surprised. This is an extension of the market for American-exported luxury 4x4s in China.

See, the Chinese like luxury SUVs as much as we do. But popular cars like the X5, Range Rover/Sport, Cayenne, Q7, M/GLE-Class and GL/GLS-Class cost a lot more in China (two to three times more), and are harder to come by.

So you like, thought this whole comment out in your head, typed it all, and actually decided to submit it?

I have an Uncle who swears up and down that “real trucks have 8' beds, anything else is a toy”. Something to do with 8' x 4' being a standard plywood/drywall size. Ever since I was a child, he would only drive long-bed Chevrolet Silverados.

Some people need a truck, not a family car.

This sort of thing is best suited for fleets, dedicated work trucks, and those looking to just save money. Buyers seeking a full 8' bed have to deal with the added overall length, and can counter that by opting for the single cab. Also, fleet trucks and other dedicated work vehicles are likely to have minimal

Oh I disagree. I can think of plenty of cars that I wouldn’t own except under extreme duress, and which, gun to my head, I’d rather just be forced to stare at than actually, you know, operate. I hesitate to use the word “drive” because none of these heaps merit that kind of praise.

+1 came her to post this as well. Cold War Motors is a channel I only recently found and those guys are awesome. The Canadian dialect/accent adds to the charm as well. I’m one video they were checking compression on a motor with awful scarring to the cylinder walls, and the guy proclaims “Holyfuck, 50 pounds! That’ll

Check out Alberta’s ColdWarMotors on youtube, saving old cars from the crusher/field/barn, and making many of them al least somewhat driveable again. They’re slowly turning an old Frazer (or is it a Kaiser?) into sort of a “daily driver”. Cool cars, cool dudes.

The biggest differences are really just the balance shaft and the copious idlers/tensioners. I’m sure some fellow at Porsche looked at it during development and said something like, “You know, if we added another idler pulley the timing belt would be able to move faster and we could get 10 more RPM.” Then “but adding