As the owner of an old Audi I will be the first to acknowledge that the cost/benefit ratio is heavily weighted against the brand, especially as the years tick by.
I know right? If only they could be somehow... oh I don’t know, unbolted and replaced.
Sadly, there is no button for the back seat passengers to reset the trip odo. That’s the one glaring omission on this car.
Ah yes, the conjoined twins of ‘70s hues.
It’s my great lament that I my family never owned a single avocado-colored appliance. It’s like a huge chunk of my childhood is missing.
Ha! I thought that was some sort of Marines sticker. I guess the operating hatch makes for easy access to the hypothetical gun rack you could mount under there.
Maybe he just had to pee? Have you even been driving through the desert and had to pee? Because this is what that looks like.
My dream is to have a garage with a pit. My last house had one, but it had been filled in with concrete. I think my window of opportunity may have closed since I’ve amassed too much crap to ever move homes again.
Bring a sweater for Phish. I was there last September and there was still snow on the ground and the temperature dropped to below freezing after 8pm. Outdoor wedding my ass!
I’m lucky that I can do a good bit of my own wrenching. My old Audi likes to crap the bed on occasion, but I’ve so far kept it out of the clutches of the dealer service writers for the most part.
I buy many of my clothes at JC Penny, so I’m easily impressed.
But look at the parlor! Sure it may be full of spooks, but man what a place to get your willies on!
Meh, fair enough.
What, silver? That’s like what every third car in the world is painted.
You don’t look grey to me.
*whisper voice* Count the doors.
I think everybody else has offered up a good bit of helpful commentary in response to your question, however I will offer one more bit. It’s actually a sad coda to the whole Pontiac pony saga, but in fact the last Pontiac engine to be used in an F-body was the rightfully loathed Iron Duke four cylinder—all 88…
Yeah, the whole interior has a rumpled half-assitry to it.
I just hope that ‘local credit union’ isn’t just a euphemism for a back alley guy who’s going to move your kneecaps to the other side of your legs if you don’t get him his money.