This guy is six figures in to this project and he can’t A) paint the bracket and B) can’t do better than ratty burlap for heat protection.

The engine of the gods

Sometimes the world just seems right.

You wanna meet reserve, maybe paint that throttle linkage bracket in the 4th pic. You have all of that fancy, clean stuff happening there, and a rusty hunk of metal sitting in the front middle of the engine bay.

What you’re describing is pure romance.

What’s the problem?

I know, it’s basically an addiction at this point, but the reality is that resisting a great deal is not easy to do.

Everything here is correct, but also, I can’t advise enough that if you tend toward automotive hoarding, don’t marry someone with the same tendency.

Live your best life, Honesty.

...and stop calling me “Shirley.”

Except when the gate agent tells you “we waited as long as we could for you” when sprinting to the gate due to the first leg of the flight being delayed, and they actually left early. This happened to us on Saturday night - landed at 6:30 pm, connecting through PHL to get home, that flight was scheduled to depart at…

Yep, these people didn’t cancel your flight and they’re doing the best they can to handle literal planeloads of people needing to find new ways home.

I love the Earth. But sometimes you need need to travel and the commercial schedule doesn’t make sense.

With that kind of mentality “ban private jets”, you might as well ban the following:

Ban private vehicles!!!

“1970s stylish tackiness with 21st-century muscle.”

What about Avocado shag carpet? If it’s the Seventies all over again, it’s got to have Avocado shag for the carpet.

My family had an STE Turbo in white with tan interior, and it was glorious. I knew absolutely zero about cars at the time, and I thought there couldn’t be a better car in the world. At some point my dad found a chip to give it a few more horses and one of those noise makers for the turbo blow off. We took countless…

While it wasn’t a turbo version, I can relate. When I was growing up my dad had a ‘93 Grand Prix coupe in metallic medium red and a grey interior. I too liked the toggle buttons on the sides of the IP and remember thinking the amber backlighting was super cool. He got it as a PEP car as a GM employee.

I love the fact that in that decade, people liked sporty two door cars enough that a mere division of a larger car company could have the Grand Prix Turbo, Firebird, Grand Am GT and Fiero in their lineup. On top of that, there was the 6000 STE and Bonneville SSEi if you wanted a sporty four door.

ONE DAY, GENE. ONE DAY.