We made a facebook group some months back for this very purpose. Surprisingly, I couldn’t find a single group in the US that fit the category. I was expecting some relentless swath of public pages for overpriced cars but nope.

Sounds like a car company founded on hollow and pretentious.

Still the best car I’ve ever owned. I abused the ever loving hell out of my 1982 RX-7, and it still made it to 290,000 miles before the seals started losing compression.

Also, with just a little bit of tweaking to the primary and secondary carb jets, you can pull 30mpg on the highway easily. Lean the primary, put in a…

Would someone please buy this Rambler? Every time I browse craigslist it haunts me, just sitting there unwanted. It’s wrong, I tell you.

I was an EPA subcontractor for several months, so my experience is limited, but at least in the time I was there (2010) a gag on communication would’ve been bizarre and unheard of. The individual divisions are far less politically motivated than people seem to believe. They were more invested in stuff like the fungus…

I had a black second gen. It was a thing of beauty when everything worked, but that didn’t last long. Turns out the manuals get a case warp around 150k that requires a replacement, and the next one will be bound to do the same thing.

Also if you get a death wobble, it’s horrendous and untraceable. I replaced…

Similar thing happened to me. Got a 1987 XT with scorched cylinders. Spent $300 letting a redneck take everything apart before I realized this was very stupid and took over, then hit a brick wall of cost in trying to rebuild or replace it. In the pre internet days it was $2-3000 just for an engine or rebuild kit…

In the past year I’ve accumulated more knowledge about 7th Gen Civics than I could’ve ever wanted. Bought one in January and I’ve spent easily over $1000 and countless labor hours rebuilding it. And I’m still not done. But that’s its own article.

7th Gen is the worst Honda Civic. Here’s a short list of things that…

I can only think of one truly creepy one.

In 2003, I took a friend and his girlfriend to a rave in Atlanta, one of those “starts at 2 AM Sunday” kinds of things at Studio Central.

We head home around 9 AM. Ten minutes in, the two of them are fast asleep in the back. It’s around this time that I notice ever since I…