Perhaps, but I didn’t put one lick of work into it. So there’s misapplication of effort at one end of the scale, and just effing dumb at the other.

If you could fit one of the 3.4 60-deg V6 under the hood, that would be a juicy extra 40 horsepower and a lot of torque. That engine was made to drag around the Aztek, the Cimarron would feel like a kite following that down the road.

Nothing is anywhere near as dumb as the Cadillac Cimarron experiment.
And experiment is definitely the word, I always considered it the worst example of hubris gone horribly wrong, a Frankenstein’s monster of overconfidence and underthinking.

Man there’s a lot going on here. The engine bay looks okay but missing a cylinder? Might just need some new ignition parts. Might just need a new fuel injector. Not a scary project, I think.

I’m a bit concerned, though in 30+ years it’s likely the 3VZE under the hood has had the recommended head gasket upgrade. These early-days V6s had a tendency to poop their britches.

And lo, the man himself.

Don’t be silly. It’s accessible. You’ll just need a lift, transmission jack, two helpers, a complete set of metric star wrenches and a torque wrench calibrated in foot-newtons.

“We had long suspected,” said a Department of Understanding Histrionics spokesman, “but we had no idea to what degree these relationships extended. They’re part and parcel of the things themselves, it turns out. It’s in their nature.

Ouch. I feel your pain.

This is the kind of car I would put in a museum.  Not the tippy-top tech-heavy halo models, but these: the lower- to mid-tier commuters, the bread and butter moneymakers that the manufacturers had to build and sell in droves, building them inexpensively enough to make a profit on them, while somehow managing to also…

Nothing interesting on YouTube during lunch.

I can’t help but notice that the rear window of this thing is missing or broken out and there doesn’t appear to have been any kind of ramp to get the vehicle up there the old fashioned way. All this leads me to think the NegativeEd hypothesis has merit.

I’m more driveler than driver, more writer than rider. But I like cars almost as much as I like to write and occasionally I’m even correct, so I come here and cast my bread upon the waters. Sometimes the crap I write is even correct, in which case I am sharing what brilliance I have with you.

That bottom one looks shockingly good.

The original two-door with the five speed. That’s my jam. Little anemic go-getter, nobody has high expectations, it will deliver endlessly so long as you don’t demand more than it can do. I will drive it unto the heat death of the universe.

Today we examine that bystander of Craigslist standbys, the Red Flag.

It looks like hilarious good fun but while I would have a blast with it I would fear handing the keys over to Sweetie who, in addition to being casually ambidextrous, mirror-flips things in her mind with alarming ease. She can’t always tell her left from her right in less than three tries.

This is the rightest take.  It ain’t perfect but it ain’t pricey either.  Go for a spin, it won’t kill any value.  It’s not a museum piece, a vanishingly rare one-off.  Take a drive.  That’s what it’s for.

Nice Price.