My girlfriend (later wife) bought a ‘90 Sentra new. It had this cool turbo button that was mysteriously marked as “A/C.” When we engaged the button, the “A/C” light would turn off and we could drive uphill at amazing speeds, actually eclipsing the speed limit.

Duly noted. But would that indicate that there are bigger issues for a 31 year old car than we could otherwise know?

Definitely NP. But having an aftermarket strut bar on a 122hp car is like putting SPF 1000 sunscreen on at the North Pole on New Years Eve.

Vermont Jeep builder, mid toke...

An early interaction between Carlos Ghosn and Mr. Robinson just after Carlos Graduated from college that proved to be prophetic to the 2014 Xterra:

With the engine bay as currently constructed:

The paradox of Mustangs is that they are so ensconced with the fashion of the day that they are just as embarrasing to be seen in 15 years later. To say they Mustangs are timeless is to say parachute pants are timeless. But, much like fashion their attractiveness comes back in style eventually (except Mustang IIs —…

Good job Professor Frick, good job.

“Geez, Claire honey, how can we give the impression that we are from the ‘Proper’ part of Philadelphia while also letting them know that we are more than willing to park on the grass for Abagail’s soccer tourney?”

One does not slice his nose off to save face.

This is your brain:

Tune in to tomorrow’s exciting NPoCP episode when Graverobber discovers old man Dallas is now attempting to sell this 300-mile CLK Cabriolet 320 for $98,950.

This is the car buying example of “The 40-Year Old Virgin.” Sure, it’s interesting and all, but I’m not really into Steve Carell as dating material. He’s not my type of woman.

Because Raymond was an excellent driver, excellent driver. Much safer than flying.

Yeah, yeah, yeah. NP. I’m here because the Raymond Babbit in me is fixated on the house. Why did the owner park it in front of his grandparents house and why did they bring the shades from their previous house they bought in 1946? And they aren’t aligned, definitely, definitley, not aligned.

Oh, my mom just asked me to give you this note:

Mom’s gonna be proud when she sees this. So much better than the usual notes I bring home from my home economics teacher, “Your son continues to make fabric cars and car shaped cinnamon buns despite repeated requests to stop, we are concerned at this point about his behavior.”

X=51,300. Why the algebra?

In retrospect I am amazed that teachers let us play Asshole at recess (for those unaware Asshole was in Pennsylvania parlance, handball but if you screwed up you had to put your arms and head on the wall and one kid got to throw the tennis ball as hard as he could at you). That will be another reply for another NPoCP…

I’ll be there