Upvoted for “Abrams gonna Abrams”.

The problem is — and this is at least partly JJ’s fault — that there is no plausible, satisfying answer to the question. A Skywalker? Given the Luke-as-penitent setup and the existing family drama of the Leia/Han/Kylo branch, that would be an ugly plot stretch (not to mention the cries of “blatant plot recycling”).…

CP, barely. A 100K+ stock R32 at this price and apparent condition would have made the cut; this has too much visible mongrel-ness not to expect further nasty surprises.

And now he apparently hangs out at airports starting up conversations with random strangers. SAD.

Seems worth mentioning that the value of “CPO” varies wildly from brand to brand and, I think sometimes, from dealer to dealer.

As long as nobody uses the words “inmates running the asylum” this should work out OK.

This would, indeed, put that song in one’s head all day, every day.

This permissive attitude is why western civilization is in decline.

Anybody who put 50K miles on that thing in one year was a glutton for punishment.

Fair enough. 99% of the time I’m with my wife, though — which may make the creepy factor better or worse.

Not really street, not really track, and if you made it track, it’d be the wrong kind of track. CP

1. From the typography and picture I’m placing this article as from the mid-’60s. Imagine, if you will, a world where the commercially-produced snack foods aisle does not contain tortilla chips.(cue spooky music). Exotic, Mexican-related snack foods in 1965 consisted of: Fritos. But you can bet that any “fried…

“Negotiate like a man” - you win the steak knives.

I too am puzzled at Tom’s negative perception of the “internet sales” guys and peoples’ horror stories about not being able to get a quote. The key is in knowing exactly what you want and how to ask crisply.  For reference here is the letter I used a couple of years ago for my wife’s car, sent out to all 6 or 7…

When I go off the path, my rule is - just order what I want, assuming it’s mentioned anywhere on the menu (“a grilled cheese sandwich and a side of asparagus”) and let them charge what they see fit. I’m not ordering it because it’s cheap, or because it’s a “kids’ meal” — it’s what I want.

Hey what’s that in the door pocket?

Jeez people, have you no faith in humanity?

Roger Goodell?

I inherited a dislike of green cars from my dad, who was a bigger car guy than me by a couple orders of magnitude. His antipathy towards the color extended to the point where he insisted on re-painting the first car I ever owned (a ‘68 Mustang fastback, nyah) from green to black (also doing me the service of removing…