He used to drive it onto the Auto Train every morning for his commute to work.

Reminds of the the '74 Road Runner "clone" I saw for sale at the side of the road—basically a repainted Satellite with a 318, 3-speed slushbox. Next to it was a Benz roadster kit riding on '71 Beetle innards.

I expect to find a Caliber stuffed into the plastic baggie in my driveway with the weekly paper I never asked for.

When life gives you zits...

"See you in a couple hours, hon, I'm just going to Nords...troms. Yeah, that's it."

There are some shots of the Mantide here that lop off the rear, and if that was all I'd ever seen, I'd want one badly. I could even live with the flying buttresses or whatever they are. But that rear...oh the humanity.

@Jstasmanian Debil — Cuban Gynecologist: Chevette+NJ+hundreds of thousands of miles=does not compute. That number is hyperbole, right?

@flyingstitch: Oh yeah, and my attempt to pop out a dent using a toilet plunger.

I remember doing something with tape and goo on the exhaust of my '86 Reliant—complete fail.

This deal won't last! Come in TODAY!

Even though it's a bit malaise-ish, I think this...deal. I'd much rather...'67, though.

This is like a piece of origami paired with a lump of clay. The different things that little word "car" can mean.

@TR3-A: I found it an artful blend of automotive and political commentary, and on topic for the post.

My modest dream is to have all AWD for the winters in my hilly corner of NJ. I have the Pilot; I would pick up a couple of used Subies—one for me, one for my daughter (currently in line to inherit the 626).

@B: Did you have to say that and do a tarantella on the last dying embers of hope?

Never mind, the math will never work. The Chrysler Trecento is way bigger than the Fiat Cinquecento. Unless there's some kind of metric/English conversion to fix this.

Jaw flapping, words not coming.

@smalleyxb122: They're both holding onto something, but I don't know if that's steering gear or hang-on-for-dear-life gear.

Oh, man...I was starting to cook up something like that in my head, but I was in too much of a stupor. Thank you, Ash, for bringing it home.

Call it the Fateliner.