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Fiat. Who sells them? Who buys them? I hadn’t even thought of them until I saw where another user here said “Fiat” and yep, that brand disappears and nobody will notice, nobody is buying them and I wouldn’t even know where to get one. 

Bring back the BRAT!!! And it better have a stick, t-tops, and jump seats in the bed!!!

Fingers crossed.

Gotta be the Vega. While the Mustang II featured in the article was awful, the Vega took it to a whole other level. Prematurely rusted, drank oil like a 2-stroke, had this stupid sealed air cleaner...

She will need to figure out a way to get the Supreme Court expanded before anything like that can happen.

Oh no the hit bigot is hollering what ever will I do

<rolls eyes>

There is an answer. It is very controversial and seems to upset a lot of people, particularly on the internet. I’ll probably be hunted down and doxxed into oblivion for even hinting at it, but here we go:

Hi. Gen X here. This entire article is why Boomers say Millennials are dipshits.

What the hell does this gas bag know about non-self-driving cars?

A normal car to see around my neck of the woods is a CUV. And one model in one color stands out.

I don’t know if posting this take on Jalopnik dot com should be considered brave or asking for it, but best of luck to you. You’re gonna need it.

Alan Johnson and John Thomas brought a couple 1974 Porsche RSR’s to a Porsche club event Ontario Motor Speedway. I got a ride with John for a session.

Coolest car? It’s a tie between a Jensen Interceptor and a Bricklin SV1.

I wrote this on Oppo years ago, but since my dad is currently in ICU fighting for life, I think it’s ok to repost again in his honor. Hang in there Pops....

Your ROTC had its own vehicles?! What was it like going to a school that had, like, funding and stuff?

There’s somebody (well, several somebodies) renovating a house across the street. One of them has a *pristine, massively lifted* H2. It’s truly wild to look at. It’s tow hitch must be three feet tall from where it meets the receiver to where the trailer hooks up.

Fuck this thing.

I will roll and chief the fattest joint in celebration.

That hit me in the feels, HW.  On the nose, on point, from another last wave Gen X-er.