If you’re feeling...you know...this is drive it ’til it breaks money.

Paging Mr. Musk, paging Mr. Musk...

AMC was the master of desperate, demented resourcefulness, reaching its highest expression in the Gremlin and the Eagle.

I LOL’d at the first pic.

You built it for you, Mr. Seller, and I sincerely salute you. But that’s the end of the story, unless you’re ready to come way down on the price.

...the backup camera came on, and called my kid, Otto, to hop in with me for a test...

In case anyone is wondering, there are indeed Middle and Upper townships.

They even had the whole horror sequel thing going–Fury I, Fury II, Fury III...

We store so much arcane, subconscious, location-specific knowledge of the places where we drive regularly. Just one example: As they were waiting for the car to move left in preparation for a turn they knew was coming up, I thought of what I would do. When I’m on a familiar road, I know what the traffic is like, I…

Even the Soviets managed to have a more interesting color palette than most modern automakers.

Just look at a map, makes no sense whatsoever. He parks his car in this little thicket, then takes a long trek through an industrial area to get to the water?

South Africa would also be RHD.

I would lean toward the “didn’t bother” option. I don’t think they ever sold the Commodore over here, at least not in the U.S., and nobody would call it a saloon.

It’s the spiritual side of the Cars universe. “For you are rust, and to rust you shall return.”

The unsolved disappearances of thousands of ’64 Impalas haunt their former owners to this day. Thanks to Jason, now there may be some closure for those still living.

I once had its successor, an Uplander, as the family Disney World rental. One of about 10,000 white Uplanders tooling around Orlando. By the second or third day I learned to just hit the panic button when we reached the parking lot so we could find ours.

The first time I had dinner at my future in-laws’ house, a guy came to the door and said there was a deer hit on the road outside, but still alive. What should he do?

Insert Xzibit meme here.

Possibly premature, because we don’t know how reliable it will be, but I’m kind of obsessed with the Maverick–and I’ve never seriously considered a pickup before. Just fit it with a tonneau cover or a cap, and make sure it has those steelies. Or just give me the steelies and I’ll hang them on my wall.