One of the rare convertibles that looks a thousand times worse with the top down. Looks like the biggest capsule in Grampa’s pill sorter.

Ah, memories. Had an ’89 Cavalier that would give me exactly one swipe of the wipers every time I merely touched the stalk.

It’s like a Veloster wedded a 356, kind of a May-December marriage. And what is going on with the brightwork around the side glass?

My brother-in-law owned a ’68 Rebel–40+ years ago–and it already had spontaneous aftermarket in-floor ventilation. This is amazing. And yes, the generic-ness of the design is transcendent.

With just 81,300 miles on the ticker, this one is just getting started.

The really story is how a young John Cleese, browsing through a magazine on his first trip to America, happened upon this image and took the concept in an entirely different direction.

So, we have a strictly city car for people who don’t mind dealing with RHD issues, don’t care about having modern safety gear (I see no sign of airbags), are comfortable sourcing parts for this, and might want a little all-weather capability. It looks lovely, but too small of a niche for this kind of scratch.

As a white guy, I don’t believe my lips have ever uttered or my fingers ever typed the phrase “pulling the race card.” 99.9999% of the time, it’s a white deflection tactic. But I watched the video, and unless she with the white glasses was have a delayed reaction to words spoken earlier, all I see is her walking up…

“Subscribe to the Newberg Graphic. Our trigger warning is in our name.”

You’re a passenger, you don’t need your own piece of dashboard. Glove box? That’s what pockets are for.

Maybe, maybe some day this will be collectible and worth this price, if old SUVs continue their ridiculous climb and all the Troopers and Monteros and such are snapped up. At this point, too soon.

Something about that fender has a certain je ne sais quoi. I’ll allow it (to be a Citroën).

When kid #2 came along, we traded the ’91 Escort–decent little car with its Mazda bones–for a ’90 Taurus wagon, also quite a decent car. Kid #3 eventually drove us to a ’97 Caravan (AWD), which proved surprisingly durable. Then came two consecutive Pilots.

Gorgeous and well preserved, love the color, but utterly pointless. You’re not going to use that power. You’re not going to take it off road, probably not even out in the snow. You’re not going to use that bed for anything more abrasive than feather pillows. ND.

“Police caught up with Padilla on Thursday and charged him with 11 counts of reckless endangerment, reckless driving, leaving the scene of an accident, fleeing police, obstruction and making an illegal U-turn, according to the NYPD.”

“What is it?”

Just picturing the youngins flopping around in their lap belts in an accident.

Welcome to the mind of Jason. I suggest you study his body of work. :)

That looks like a 1st-gen Thunderbird sprinkled with a little C1 dust. In a good way.

Probably smart to ditch the seats, because this wouldn’t be a safe family hauler by modern standards. Now it’s a blank canvas that will really, really hit the spot for somebody with #vanlyfe dreams. And it looks fantastic. NP.