I always question how these people can afford these cars yet can’t figure out how to talk their way into a test drive. Please raise the estate tax.
I always question how these people can afford these cars yet can’t figure out how to talk their way into a test drive. Please raise the estate tax.
How far do you think we are from a point where as a society we realize that we are forever linked to our online activities and it is not private at all?
Obviously they should get a motorcycle.
My jacket also rode up during my recent crash, that’s not fun. Time to figure out what all those loops at the bottom are for I suppose.
Why is your 800 mile road trip lauded as an impressive feat? Is your Aston made out of sugar?
Is there any one writing on Forbes nowadays who isn’t shilling for a third party? F1 news is especially full of this.
#10 is dead wrong.
How about something guaranteed to cause you pain like a twin-charged Lancia or a non-mazda wankel Morris Minor?
The previous owners was probably too repulsed by the interior to put more than 15 miles a year on it. Every STI I’ve been in I look around and wonder how anyone can stand that blue/back combo.
When Drive, which takes its driving fairly seriously, suddenly pulls the highway speeds driving in reverse stunt, really snaps you out of the movie.
You forgot the prized negotiation tactic of just continually repeating “What is your best price?” “How low can you go?” etc. without ever actually making an offer.
I’m at a friends house when a guy and his mother show up to look at his 80’s RX-7 for sale on CL. The guy is probably 18 or so and has on a t-shirt from a local mechanic/technical school, Devry or ITT or whatever. He’s about to start mechanic school and is looking for a project car.
For #3, I sold a Civic that never quite ran right to a friend of mine. My mechanic had done a cheapo engine swap after I sucked a puddle into the first one. When it was time to pick up the car, Buddy shows up to my house in an identical Civic, starts swapping parts from that one into mine (now his) until it starts…