Yesterday afternoon! My barber drives one. His weekend car is an ‘82 ‘Vette. I guess those cash tips add up after a while.

I started getting these calls and letters exactly 1 year after taking delivery on my ‘13 Focus ST. I gave up on getting mad, now I hope they call when I’m stuck in traffic.

Finally stopped the guy I’ve seen riding the (extra) weird recumbent bike. Its got a Honda 2-stroke and bubble windshield. 10 seconds in I regret my decision when he starts shaking his donation jar in my face for the “Save the Ferrets Fund.”

The answer is obviously “someone else’s.” My buddy and I learned on his mother’s ‘91 Corolla wagon (silver, not brown) because it was the only car around and we needed mobility dammit! We killed that thing. We then honed our skills on a purple ‘94 Ranger and an overpowered ‘89 Mustang GT. The GT must have had a 80lb…

Scissor-type power window regulators. Friend’s dad lost a few fingers replacing one. I’ve convinced myself that the vent windows on my ‘65 300 are good enough for fresh air. I’m certainly not pulling that door panel and sticking my hand in there!

Monsterajr, do you mean the lot b/w 44th and 45th, with the entrance on 31st Ave? My girlfriend at the time (now wife) lived in the building on Newtown Rd across the street. I was such a regular drooling viewer of that same Fastback that the owner of the lot threatened to call the cops on me a few times.

Ha! Riverdale in the Bronx. A buddy and I were leaving class and struck up a conversation about your recent cross-country run (maybe?). I think that buddy is now the president of his local Mini owner’s club in Jersey.

Awesome! I think this was how it was wrapped when you caught my ogling it outside Goodfellas Pizza.