“Because talking point for an otherwise empty life?”

Context is everything. That was in 1991. When few production cars had anything like it. Definitely not stock, and at a time when Centerline 5 holes were the thing, the AMG Monoblocks were absolutely refined.

Hammer.

I can tell you that in Houston, if they think you skated a toll, you get a letter demanding the toll payment mailed to the address where the plate is registered within a matter of days. Even if it’s $1.50. Of course, there’s a fine tacked onto it, but it’s something like $10. They keep the money flowing.

Nail on the head. Ticket for no sticker? Fine. Buy the sticker. Fine drops to $25 + the cost of the sticker. Still a penalty for not having the sticker in the first place, which is reasonable. Ensures compliance with the sticker. Everyone wins.

There needs to be an expiration for collection. If it’s that allmighty important that they collect, then they need to get around to it. Treat it like someone actually owes them money and go after it, rather than the bookie that just wants to make the juice.

There’s the assumption. Mine was that as she’d never owned a car, she didn’t know about the sticker or the registration. A neighbor signed over the title and told her it was “hers” now. She clearly didn’t know what it took in order to own and operate a vehicle where she lives. If there’s a blame to be assigned, got…

To be the most sleeper Knight Rider setup ever.

Back when I lived in Texas and had no health insurance, I would pray at the altar of Our Lady of the Holy Queso and Fresh Flour Tortillas. Preferably from Taco Cabana. Plus I was broke, and the cost of a pint of queso and a dozen tortillas was under $5. Throw in a few Topo Chicos and a script for generic Guafenessin…

For the record, my 2003 W220 S55 had dynamic seating. I’ve been Meh on most AMG models (other than the GT) until this.

I’ll buy all kinds of stupid shit with just a button click and no payment ever due. A trike made from a backwards Ford Festiva and a Hyabusa front end? $52K, you say? Hell yeah! There’s not another one like it. I’d drive that to church!

Especially the four on the floor ones.

I even got that schtick from the last salesman I dealt with. He yucked it up about, “Ma’am, you need to be happy with this car he’s buying, amirite?” At which point I interrupted him and said, “Look, man. I don’t tell her what to do, and she doesn’t tell me what to do. That’s how we work.” However, she’s my best…

Good thing that the Volkswagen pieces of this animatron are sealed up tight. It’s the Subaru parts that are leaking gold doubloons and probably involve dropping that motor.

And then one day, you’ll have to explain to the kids what happened to the lobster after they went to college.

That’s really, really interesting. So, as I read your comment, there are basically 2 types of gray market OEM parts:

That, sir, is not technically possible for a Jeep owner.

COTD right there.

Try not to feed the animals.

Oh - completely agreed. Late 70s - Early 80s domestic diesels were horrific. God help you if you had a manual. Knocking, rattling rat traps with a semi-permanent exhaust skidmark up the back of them. They almost always seemed to be white, as well.