My first was a '91 Jeep Comanche. I drove it for two years, then discovered that it's a bad idea to do 115 mph in a 23 year old Jeep with 310,000 miles on the clock... the main bearings started disintegrating. It's currently sitting in my parents driveway, awaiting a motor swap.

This view of the harsh and forgotten is definitely reinforced by the mid- to late soviet architecture.

In case you don't get the reference...

Can't comment on this particular train itself, but the potash trains that run through here are often 100 cars long and are moving at a good 65 to 70 mph. That's not top speed, just what they travel at.

I had a horrible roommate last summer which lead to me sleeping in my Jeep Comanche more often than I care to admit. To put it mildly, let's just say there's a reason they call it a truck bed.

That's exactly 22 of the town my highschool was in, about 180 times the size of the highschool itself. Do I win?

A little over a year ago, a buddy bought a mostly factory original orange on orange Pinto. Pumpkin orange exterior with an orange interior, complete with plaid orange seats. The guy he bought it from had stuck a jack-o-lantern face on the hood, and when my buddy peeled it off, the paint came off too. So now hoe's got…

Reading the first couple paragraphs brought to mind the Olds diesels that ruined the reputation of diesel cars in North America. Like with the Wankel, most automotive mechanics didn't really know what to do with a diesel engine, which caused some problems. On top of that, it was also an introduction to torque-to-yield…

CALLISSE TABARNAC y sont ben fichus dans la tête les ostie truckers quebecois...
No but in all honesty, tabarnac hardly sums it up. This is a like watching a linebacker in a ballet slippers. My mind is broken.

It's what's [very appropriately] called a Highland cow, although this one looks more to me like a bull. Or a steer. I ain't no farmer. Don't know about in Scotland, but in North America they're mostly a show breed.

History will likely forget this car(? truck?) because of its poor success, but in 2004, the Chevy SSR was my dream. Why did it fail? I dunno... it's a hard-top convertible pickup. Big, heavy, not very fast, not very practical, not particularly pretty, it doesn't seem to make much sense... maybe that's why I like it.

The better sections of road on my school run look like this:

The Envoy/Trailblazer family seems unaffected.

I'm a taller guy at 6'2, and often can't put my seat back far enough to avoid having my knees up near dash space. Usually it leads to more issues with the steering wheel than ignition switch, but something else you notice is that your front-seat passenger will tend to move the seat as far forward as they can so…

I suspect the name Frontenac, like the Chateau of the same name, comes from the name of one of the governors of New France: Louis de Buade, Compte de Frontenac (1622-1698). Heck, Wikipedia even agrees with me.
I've never heard it to mean "explorer". But then, I've never heard of this car before... never really been a…

Is there an engineering school at said college? Could be part of a prank...

Ridiculously high fuel economy isn't a myth. It is a reality, as evidenced by the XL1. There's a car sitting in the engineering building at my university which, back in the '80's, was breaking world records for fuel economy. We're talking two or three thousand miles to the gallon, not a mere two or three hundred.…

It's pretty hard to take anyone seriously when they report their torque output in units of "TQ" as well.