Yeah, you guys get those big-ass gator snappers down there. This girl was a foot or so, just a regular snapper. Big enough to do damage but not like your local dinosaurs. We don’t get those monsters in E. TN though you can find them in the more wester parts of Tennessee.  The biggest conventional snapper I ever…

Good thing nobody tried to stop them, they probably would have gotten shot.

I remember they sent my dad an exhaust system for his Opel Kadett, which was carefully bent into a U during shipping with UPS. When he told them what had gone wrong, they sent another and the same thing happened. After that he started calling them J.C. Witless and Oops.

I swear “Kilgore Trout” sounds like it’s supposed to mean something, like an entity from an obscure scifi story I read some decades ago.

I think this is a case of the guy not knowing what he has, but thinking that he does, and being very wrong.

A Rampage in good shape for $1900 would be a steal.

Right? And that starts on Day One. Of course the interior is in great shape, people have tried to avoid coming in contact with it for thirty years.

“Honey, the dogwood blooms are off. You know what that means: it’s turtle season!”

Having spent many hours at Warp Factor Three on I95 in the DC area, I would have to agree.  My apologies to any critters on that road, it’s just too dangerous to try to render assistance there.

Well, I’ve been pissed on by humans, cows, cats, birds, assorted other reptiles and even insects.  What the heck.  It washes off.

Female and Furious: Angry Tank Top

The styling screams Rampage. It’s like the company designed this for the folks who really, really wanted a late-80s American front-driver ute but missed the boat and decided this would do.

Nah, she had a crack in the edge of her shell already. Not deep. We took her to a local pond and turned her loose.

100% agree. Filing a false report, attempting to use the police as a blunt instrument, gets you cuffed and stuffed into the cruiser.

If ever there was someone who needed to be clouted with a stick, there she is.

There might be some excuse, if you’re not aware that the “turtles are slow” truism isn’t as true as all that:

Every time we encounter a turtle on the road, we pull over and pick it up so it won’t get hurt.

It’s pretty much the only car I’d consider buying to build into a dedicated trail machine, small enough that the range of lines open to you is far greater, halfway economical even after modding, etc.

If the range were a solid 200 miles, I would sign on the line for a Honda e this weekend. It is ineffably charming, that would be enough range even to visit my out-of-town son on a regular basis, and it’s plenty of car for everything but long trips. For those, there’s National.

If I recall correctly the assessment of the Tracker, like the Samurai before it, was that as long as you kept it upright you’d run out of traction before you ran out of power.  The gearing would keep you moving until something gave so if you had time and grip, you’d get there, wherever you were going.  And if you…