Aside from the texting maybe she has a reasonably cool retro fixation. I was obsessed with Dodge Aspen wagons as a teen in mid-1990s. (I was the COOLEST.)

The Ami is my favorite Citroën! I’d have done the same. There’s an Ami 8 that sits out in front of a wine shop a few neighborhoods away from me and I want so badly to rescue it. I have *never* seen a single French car at my local Cars & Coffee which is well-attended by people and cars alike. Weirdness is scarce.

Here’s a beast I spotted a few months back...

I’d love to figure out a build like this with period parts.

Those are the same wheels I had on my ‘76 Kadett. (Without the trim rings and the recesses were painted black.)

There’s a “nice” low-mile Citation two-door hatchback near me and I’ll occasionally take a bit of a detour to check up on it. A friend of mine texted me a picture of an Apollo they spotted a few months ago for ID and I had no idea what it was at first. Other bizarrely exciting cars to spot include the Pontiac Astre…

I’m generally nonplussed by fairly regular supercar sightings around town but a mint-condition Citation has and will always illicit a genuine “WOW!” from me. I’d lose my mind if I saw an X-11.

Published posthumously.

If they wanted to continue that shape they should have moved the turn signals or reverse lights up.

168hp is my limit as long as Walter Röhrl continues to whisper in my ear.

Red Bull is basically the Cobra Kai of Formula 1.

I think most modern dealer stickers are horrible but I love coming across old cars with their original dealer emblem. My Volvo 144 had its original dealer sticker, I thought it was awesome.

This. Goo-Gone can quickly become too aggressive of a solution. I don’t use WD-40 much but it’s a damn good adhesive remover when plain old thumb friction won’t do.

Eww.

At least you got to sell the experience to a stock photography company?

A fucking huge bonus of leaving PA was not having to stare at goddamn crooked stickers at the corner of my windshield every time I drove. I cannot stand stickers on my windshield, idiots curating the view of the world before me. I swear they stuck them on extra crooked one year after I asked to put them on myself.

Wow. Yes, I’ve been through parts of WV where cold sweats quickly detract from the beautiful landscape. I tend to turn on the accent that some of my relatives sport if I ever have to stop.

She’s built like a food truck but handles like a hot dog cart.

I’d go either way if the modifications are easily reversible. But I’d seriously interrogate the seller and ask for proof-of-ownership for both the car and a decent torque wrench.