Kinda like a car version of this ...

You left out my favorite: Try to schedule a service visit online and within 30 minutes have a half-dozen emails from sales people and a phone call from a sales person. When you tell them you’re just trying to schedule an oil change and navigation system update, they get upset because, “you’re wasting their time.”

There is also this, “new age-y,” “nutrition,” idea that heating olive oil suddenly turns it into a substance more health-damaging that palm oil or margarine. Centuries of using olive oil for cooking suddenly discounted because some website or blogger somewhere with sketchy credentials decided that it was worth making…

The best reason to own this car, but not at $6K, maybe $2K, is that you will get to drive in every. single. parade. ever.

Not a sir. Don’t be rude.

I actually have an enormous soft spot in my heart for this car and also it’s competitor from the same timeframe, the Allante. Overpriced, underwhelming in performance, but beautiful and unique. Both notable for their weirdness, but then, I like weird.

A parking lot behind some random building next to the Rochester, N.Y. Airport. No big deal, but the radiator split right down the side, so we had to replace that before getting our special model, “POS Ford Escort Wagon,” moving again. Oh, it was -26 degrees F with wind chill around -40. Breaking down anywhere and…

Never mind.

Unconsciousness is a stunt?

He was unconscious because of being pushed over. And, yes, the elderly are in many states a, “protected class,” in that people who deal with them in many situations, like doctors, nurses, etc., are required to report if they suspect an elder is being abused. So, in this case, a vulnerable, if sarcastic person was…

Again. Not a sir. Ma’m, as in grandmother.

It’s ma’m. As in grandmother. As in F on the birth certificate. As in ... you get it, maybe. (Aren’t you glad I’m in a good mood today? I usually include a truly epic feminist rant about sexism and misogyny all wrapped around frail male egos and tied up with a car-lover’s bow ... or some such when someone makes the…

My closest brush with an actual cult came in ‘77. I picked up a girl hitch hiking in the Chicago suburbs as I was headed to the city to explore a bit. She asked if I had room for her friends (I had a ‘72 E-150 mostly customized inside). A dozen people poured out of the woodwork and piled in. Drove to their home near…

And, if we stopped rewarding such behavior with vast amounts of material wealth, we might move toward a more balanced economy, society, and culture. After all, we shame the poor who gather way more, “stuff,” than they need. But, we celebrate sociopaths who become wealthy and gather way more, “stuff,” than they need.…

There is no leader in AA. But, there are some who self-appoint as guardians of AA dogma. It is a bit tragic, but telling, that the most dogmatic 12-steppers are often those who keep relapsing. When people grasp that the whole thing is about finding your own way through to sobriety, with a supportive environment and…

After reading a few comments below, I feel the need to chime in with just one thought ... driving should be fun. Cars like the 124 bring that out in us. We can and will and do quibble for days about fine points of performance numbers and design languages and so on and so on, which misses the point of this article.…

Or, a basketball hoop ...

Buncha losers.

Build one for the trip home!

You win the internets.