Then they also need to crack down on all the lawyer billboards on 95 in Philly, which are waaaay more distracting.

Eh, just part it out...oh, wait....

Ha! I don’t remember that one.

Again, that’s a world that’s never going to exist.

Here’s the problem: At the speeds you’re talking about, it becomes very hard from someone entering your path to gauge. If you’re doing whatever you please in the left lane, and I’m in the next lane looking to pass slower traffic, we could both end up in a world of hurt because I can’t judge your closing speed. Speed…

I was thinking about this just today. The thing is, a lot of today’s “content” is not just mindless filler; it’s calculated to manipulate our emotions. Not in some grand conspiracy kind of way, but just in pursuit of clicks.

That’s just, like, a rookie move.

This design hasn’t aged well. If I’m to be seen in it, at least give me all the stuff that makes it fun. ND.

Now I want a screaming chicken on the hood.

Nice, but the seller needs to knock it down a bit more for potential headaches large and small–possible A/C issue, mystery warning light, nonfunctioning stereo. And that’s assuming there’s no rust. Why are the floor mats that color?

I love everything about this–the sensible size, the utility, the simple physical controls, the expected durability and of course the condition. But it ain’t a collector car, and as a DD, sooner or later some kind of ’90s obsolescence would find a way to annoy or even endanger me. At a cheaper price of entry I could…

Not grammatically incorrect, but apparently he meant to say “a man,” which makes more sense with the full quote.

I wanted to NP this, as a Europa was one of my first Matchbox cars. But that roof mod, while it looks cool, scares me. And I would definitely want to see the snap-on top in place, assuming it still exists.

This barely makes sense even as a city car. You couldn’t carry more than a very small soft bag you might be able to wedge behind the seat. And are those batteries sitting on a rough wooden shelf?

...aaaand it’s gone, as it should be. BMWs of this era are among the loveliest, though I never cared for the slightly droopy rear of the E23. But that’s just me, and this is cheap enough to give you many satisfactory choices for what to do with it.

My New Year’s resolution is not to buy Florida Man’s bad decisions. ND.

Selling after 700 miles? Sorry, friend, if you can’t live with your creation, neither can we. ND.

Not for anything supposedly “special” about it, but for being a nicely kept runner, in this market–NP.

This is in that weird place many high-end German cars reach. Cheap enough to trap buyers who aren’t prepared for the cost of owning it. Too long in the tooth to attract those who could handle it. ND.

I was about to say, this is insanely well preserved except for the forces of entropy at work on that ’80s GM interior.