EDIT: As I replay this in my mind, I believe I may have put the car in neutral after blowing the gear change, instead of keeping it in second gear.

Maybe not spooky-scary, but an odd coincidence and it scared the hell out of me at the time.

Yeah, that too.

Hey honey, there’s only one key left, so I guess I’m going home with whoever owns the Toyota.

Somehow Texas Instruments isn’t completely financially supported by helping high schoolers cheat on tests,

NJ DYFS (and probably many other state agencies as well) used Dodge Darts and Plymouth Valiants in this shade of green, although those cars were four-door sedans with slant-sixes and lacked the vinyl roof and butt stripe.

I recently watched the ST:TNG episode “The Ensigns of Command” (s03e02.)

My current car is an automatic with a flappy-paddle gear change.

The old air-cooled 911s look better than any water-cooled version.

Looks like a mash-up of an Acura Legend Coupe, a 1989 Thunderbird with the roof of a 1983 Celica coupe.

It’s not generally known, but the crossword craze spread to Germany, and were similarly outlawed.

If I were forced to sleep in a Fiat 128, I’d definitely be drinking.

Well, I’m not so sure that’s true, either, because the Post Office has started using Ram Promaster vans in the past few years, and look at them:

My SIL traded in a perfectly practical three-year old Hyundai Sonata for a Santa Fe almost from the moment of conception of my nephew, then to a Explorer when when she learned she was pregnant with her second child 2-1/2 years later.

So...many...squircles.

Most cars today are all squinty and angry looking, kind of the automotive equivalent of my 8th grade English teacher who was counting the minutes to retirement.

Wow, this has more plastic cladding than a Pontiac stylist’s wet dream.

Photo of my Wildcat, in happier times.

I’m a guy, so the world is essentially my urinal. Usually.

I recently sold my 1970 Buick Wildcat convertible, so i know the pain of letting a beloved treasure go is only slightly less than the pain of it seeing it sit in a garage, unused.