Counterpoint from an E39 owner - just don’t.

Exactly! I am sure to tell all my smug hybrid-driving friends* that they are driving the blood diamond of the car world

Or those of us with kids that bought a few different software titles that the kids love to play but that I just can’t get to run under Win7 or Win10 but stupid Vista just keps chugging along.

I would totally watch a Perfect Strangers reboot as long as they sang the Bibbi Bapka song.

My folks had one of these. It must have been about 1990 and my Mom needed to replace her Cutlass Ciera (another Meh Car candidate). It wasn’t bad. the seats were hard as rocks and it’s biggest feature was the pass-through to the trunk.

In my high school they called this “Checking the oil”. I ran XC and the true XC kids were all pretty chill but the wrestlers also joined the team to stay in shape; they were the ones that were always trying to stick broom stick up someone’s butt, fill your jock with Icy Hot, or give a “headband”. A headband consisted…

We planted a pair of pluot trees and after 2 years we finally got fruit, 2 pluots. The stupid grey squirells that are the bane of my existence climbed the trees and ate them before I could sample the sweet nectar of our home grown pluots.

Well played.

Beware the Nissan. Japanese pricing with ‘Merican reliability and German repair costs.

So, here i am a 16 year old with a newly minted driver’s license. My dad and I travel 3 hours to catch a basketball game (The Jazz lost, stupid Rolando Blackmon). We hit the road immediately following the game and once we are on the open highway my dad pulls over and tells me that I am driving so that he can catch…

Oooh. This one is easy. My wife “had” to have a 2005 Nissan Quest. Not only was it odd looking and uncomfortable but it was priced like a Japanese minivan with the quality and reliability of a Chrysler. Not a winning combination.

Color me surprised. A Mazda where the A/C can actually cool down the cabin. That was one of my biggst complaints about my 3 Hatchback; the A/C felt like a mouse was breathing on me and it just never cooled the car down.

Busch reminds of that kid we all knew in high school. The skinny kid with no friends that started lifting weights and taking steroids. He was going to show everyone except he never actually bulked up but he did make sure everyone knew he was “On the juice” and he used that as an excuse to be a raging d-bag to everyone.

1960 Corvette with the 283 fuelie. It was a gorgeous car that was a blast to drive. IT belonged to a friend’s dad. That same dad also owned the following:

Will this one get out of its own way because the last one would not. It was the perfect Oregon Left Lane vehicle.

Even in the hell hole of Bakersfield it was costing me $110/month and they spent all that money on legal fees suing the residents.

Because for the princely sum of $240/year they mow the lawns and trim the trees in the common areas, they have built a park only about a block from my house and while I am also “Pro Interesting Things” I am anti “Paint your house super annoying colors that lowers my property value just because my house is next to…

Stupid Kinja.

Ugh!! No where does this make me more upset then in the film “U.S. Marshals”. They keep alternating between a 2 wheel drive higher trim suburban:

Hi. Wyomingite here.