My Folks had one of these during the end of my high school career (a 94 I believe). Sadly, for my Dad, who grew up in the 50s and 60s in Detroit, this was his last ride before he died. Anywhoo...this brings back a lot of memories for me, such as fighting to remove the rear bech seats by myself when my parents needed…

In the addiction/recovery world, this is what they call a relapse. Yes, I know it wont make it back to the US. Yes, I know this is just a tool to be used temporarily while DT is jaunting through Europe, but these are excuses much like addicts make. “Oh its only one drink. I can handle one drink” and “my problem was…

Youre likely correct, I should have said he “called” it, not “named” it.

I think youre pretty close overall but those Chevy vans are trash, almost from the moment you drive them off the lot. Years ago, I worked for a Locksmith and we had a fleet of those vans. They all put on high miles, but they were all trash, even though they received regular scheduled maintenance. They were loud, hard…

When I see “Matanuska-Susitna Valley” I think of my pal who moved up to Alasks for a few years and the homegrown weed he would bring back with him when he came for the holidays. One particular strain he named “Matanuska Thunderf**k” and I remember it well, some 20 years later.

Your last line reminds me of something my Dad always used to tell my Mom when he was doing electrical work at the house (during the 20 years of my life he was alive he gutted and remodeled 2 different houses, including putting new panels in each)

Much like the “Jeep wave” you have to own one to be in the club with the cool kids

1st car was a Burgundy 78 Cutty. All of the red!

I once worked with/was friends with/still keep in touch via internet with a guy who was very solid dude in all respects. Had cool interests, moved to Fairbanks, AK to live in the wilderness for a while, turned me on to some cool movies and music (Run Lola Run, Office Space {this was 2000}) and was an is, by all…

“No one buys strippers”

Hookers, Cyril! Once they’re dead they’re called hookers!

You summed it up well. When my son was born I had an ‘03 F-150. It was the regular cab, 8' bed 4x4 truck I had wanted since I was a kid. To me, the best thing about it was the feeling of self sufficency it imbued me with. I never needed to call anyone for help with anything, and a couple times I was laid off I was…

Ive been saying this for year, starting with the indtroduction of “low profile” light bars.  No reason for that OTHER than trying to make it more difficult to identify a car as a police car.  If they really are “protecting and serving” they should want to broadcast their presence, not hide it.

Had an 87 Accord. Had the tranny not gone tits up I mightve never gotten rid of it

Damn...thought we were going to get the 100 - 0 today

Pretending I live in a world where Id ever consider buying someones project car for 20k, seeing “no test drives without cash” is an immediate NOOOOOOOOOPE especially when factored in with all the other missing details here.

Reminds me of one time I went with my Dad to the dealer as he was hunting for a new ride. The convo went like this:

I remember the ol’ “lift and slam” from my 78 Cutlass very well. Also wondering what sort of condition the headliner is in. Those never seemed to stay put for very long on this generation of G Bodies.

“A folding gear lever that rotates forward until its flush with the cupholders”