Yes, yes, a thousand times yes! One weekend with this car and I’m spending $200 on gas, racking up many miles, and walking into work (late) on Monday with a bad sunburn and a big smile.

The Espada.

Yeabbitt you’ll never be able to convince an RV-type-camper-person that staying in a hotel is better. These folks would rather drive a house around than get a better deal staying in hotels. Personally, I don’t get it.

Google “Fiat Spider Abarth Classic” and get back to me on this.

Because Americans like to stomp on one pedal and GO! And they can’t be bothered to put down their coffees and phones while doing so.

Why choose? Taz floor mats AND Yosemite Sam mud flaps! Add gecko seat covers for the white trash trifecta!

That doc was great, but it could have been just 90 minutes of the grainy clips of Bo doing ridiculous sports things and I still would have enjoyed it just as much. I may well go to my grave still believing Bo Jackson was the perfect athlete.

Providing points and counterpoints within your post and showing an entire and rational thought process. Star for you although you are doing the internet wrong. Misinformed, high-volume opinions are the norm here; FYI.

This just seems to be a fair price. Not great, not crackpipe, but just fair. The car is in great shape, has 61,000 miles, and is being sold by the second owner.

The term “coupe” dates back to the era of the horse-drawn carriage when it was used to describe a conveyance with an enclosed seat for two behind an open driver’s post.

Nah, there’s some serious huckster shenanigans going on here- if everything’s so perfect, what’s with the title? More importantly, why the lack of explanation about why the title is borked up? There’s some stuff being carefully hidden here, and that’s a lot of money to toss at someone to find out the hard way.

Lol, thanks man. Damn I got old. 20 years? 30 years? What’s the difference anymore?

Counterpoint: he’s fucking with two people’s emotions, and, yes, it 100% makes him a bad person. Some things are bad. This is one of them.

Hey! I have an ‘85 in silver over burgundy that I’m certainly not the first to be daily driving (based on the mileage). It’s fantastic.

Any recipe written in cursive on aged paper is automatically solid. My grandmother’s postwar “potato supreme” seems somewhat appalling but, holy hell, is it good.

No I only married into royalty so my title was Duke of the asshole galaxy. I had to forfeit it in the divorce to get custody of the princess.

One thing I don’t see mentioned, is anyone paying attention to those guys that spend every night after work (work, what’s that?), welding a roll cage into an old Camaro to race at a local dirt track, or maybe even spend every dime dime they have to run some regional series, or doing some backyard quick and dirty…

> stickiest grease

The Kiwi rozzers should be able to ferret out who did this, the stink must be horrific. Once they get em, they may have to badger the perps a little bit if they try and weasel their way out of it!

Agreed. Although we ought to throw in the Fiat Jolly and DAF 66YA as well.