Everyone assuming you can figure out what’s wrong with their cars.

I mean, I usually can, but leave me alone. I can barely keep up with fixing my cars.


Second: people who ask for advice on what car to buy, and then don’t heed it.

There are the obvious ones like people bugging you for car buying advice when all they really want is validation, but here’s a slightly less obvious one that affects me:

A for effort.

When it comes to air traffic the definition of “close” (as well as the word “incident”) is very, very different than say, a near miss fender-bender. Air-traffic-control wise this is a pretty serious fuck-up not only because he came that close to an airliner, but because he’s in the wrong place altogether.

And I think those people are going to demand that he comes down in price. The car just has no significance in collectible history.

Honda, Toyota, Nissan, Mazda, Subaru. They were the standard bearers of cars that never broke.

Mine has over 260k miles on it, and the rust is just starting around the edges (in Indiana), and I haven’t had any electrical issues. I have heard that the fuel injection is a nightmare if it starts having issues.

What is unreliable about these cars? I dd a 1981 Scirocco S. Wear items are the only thing that I’ve had to replace.

I just meant the whole “I’m flooring it”...”Clearly you’re not flooring it” exchange. Just with a 5 liter V8.

Nice tats.

Nice. Got a girl with some meat on her legs.

Congratulations, Mr. EivlEvo and Mr. AnacostiaBikes, on COTD! I’d like to gift you with a Mercedes SLS AMG which this lovely lady will deliver with many drifts along the way.

This was exactly me.

“Climb into front seat of 89 Chevy Celebrity (I swear I’m not white trash anymore)”

Hah. My mother had an ‘86 Buick Century with the 3800 (FWD), one of the first SPFI models, no carb to slow it down. It would light up the front tires easily. When I was learning to drive she thought I was going to slowly leaving a stop sign and told me “You know what you should do? My mother used to say ‘Step on it…

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“You see mom, when we’re getting on the highway, and you’re driving real slow, and the merge isn’t going to go smoothly and I say “floor it” and you say “I am flooring it”, you’re obviously not... because this car is slow, but it’s not that slow”

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First time my parents let my drive them in the Caddy DTS with the 32V V-8.

Hahaha. I love this. Spent my whole childhood with my parents regularly going 10-15 under the speed limit. It’s like my parents were afraid to push on the pedals, as evidence of them never slowing down in time for stop signs and ending up halfway through an intersection.