I believe I will remember this poem for the rest of my life

Curious demographics, introducing new user-interface technology in an Oldsmobile in Florida.

It was, a first generation. Lots of cool features like a Hurst 4 speed (IIRC) but it vapor locked like that was a factory option.

Not mine, somehow I never took a picture of it.  But basically this car in the “Sidewinder” edition.  Big black stripe down the center of the hood and gold BBS wheels.  I’ve owned quite a few beautiful cars, but this one had something special.

We’ve been going to the same Subaru dealer for decades. On two separate occasions we’ve had the sales guy say something to the affect of “it’s just a car, no reason to bury yourself in debt.  I’ll sell it to you if you really want it, but I won’t feel right about it”.

About a year ago I took off the bike rack that was attached to the hitch, and while doing so set my ratchet on the bumper. That’s the last I saw of that ratchet, which happened to be the one given to my by my father in 1980 and I have been using ever since. I have other, much nicer ones but none with provenance. 

I got to meet him once, he stayed at the hotel where I worked as a bellman.  The guy didn’t even limp.

it’s nice to be your own competitor? 

I used to have a 69 Mach 1, and you’re right about everything. Stiff suspension in the rear, soft in the front, and about 5 inches of play in the steering wheel. It was really more like driving a boat than a car.  But it SOUNDED fast.

The Type 3 was my first car, so once I had time to compose myself after reading your heretical post I decided I could meet you half way. I got mine in the early 80's, when my car was about 10 years old. I bought it not because I loved it, it’s what I could afford at the time. Looking at it now, I think it’s a better…

I always liked the shape of the Cimarron, it looks like it was built behind the iron curtain

Loony Toons...the worst? ...or the BEST?

Some friends have that big dumb Pathfinder, which I ended up driving quite a bit. I hated it at first, but over time it grew on me...like having a great big dog that isn’t that smart but has boundless loyalty.

My first memory of showing any interest is when my dad called me in to the room where he was watching TV to show me the race he was watching. He said the cars were using like an airplane wing, except upside down to make them stick to the track better. I told him that if the wings were just a little bit lower they…

Growing up I always imagined I’d drive up to my reunion in a white Lotus Esprit like James Bond. When my 20th rolled around we had so much going on at home I could barely get out. Found the cheapest flight there, booked the cheapest hotel, and the cheapest rental car.  Yeah, instead of the Lotus, I rolled up in a…

reminds me of this...

A friend tried to convince me that a Jeep Wrangler was the BEST car for his teenage daughter. Too expensive to fill up so she wouldn’t drive far, too sketchy on the freeway so she was never driving fast, and (perhaps most importantly) a terrible back seat.

I rented a car with this once, and rather than figure out how to disable it, I took it head-on with a “ok car, fight me!” attitude

Somehow neither of our cars have the memory option on our power seats.  That means after my wife drives I have to do driver’s seat yoga waiting for the mice to pull the seat far enough back to cram my legs under the steering wheel

Looking back, I think the worst would be anything you’d have to finance but is still old enough/crappy enough to require repairs.  I learned this the hard way.