V12 Jag on a Monday morning? My heart voted NP before my brain even got out of bed.

When my grandmother passed away (mid-2000s), she left behind a ‘95 Cutlass Ciera. My family offered it to me since I was in need of a vehicle, and being fairly broke at the time I took it because hey, free car right?

Sure, it looks nice now, but just wait until those people from the tail end show up and start wrecking things.

*Sees that ‘Fire Extinguisher’ is an option*

Dodge Omni. Omni-present rust. Never-present handling, acceleration, comfort.

Don’t take the long way back from, uh, parking with a certain girl you’re seeing in high school.

If we keep trying I’m sure we’ll unearth a few Diamantes in the rough.

I’m just going to assume the 10 people who’ve voted NP so far are bound and gagged in someone’s basement, and their vote is a desperate attempt to get someone to come and check on them.

I Sierra what you did there.

Unless this comes with about $25k worth of cocaine in the various tray tables and cupholders....NOPE.

Was that *literally* the first thing you thought of?

Hopefully this car is less prone to sudden explosions...

I fully support sliding doors. As someone who drove a hand-me-down Plymouth Grand Voyager in high school (car motto: “If this car’s a’rockin, it’s probably the suspension rusting out and not anything fun, so go ahead and knock”), their biggest advantage was that, like, 3 of my friends could hop in simultaneously. Only…

I don’t know what’s stranger, the 15-year-old-on-a-bad-acid-trip of a car or the surrealist poem that is the actual CL ad.

(Give a guy a pull outta the grays?)

It’s also for sale in the Indianapolis craigslist but is for sale in central Wisconsin? I get that this is the type of car you might want to list in several cities to find the right buyer, but I can’t find this listed in Madison or Chicago or any place closer. Simple mistake, or some kind of scam? I don’t know, but…

(Maybe this will get pulled out of the grays and be seen).

Couldn’t agree more. My first car was an ‘89 Si. Miserly enough even my broke 16-year-old ass could keep it filled up, and fun enough to turn a kid like me who knew very little about cars into a gearhead.

Or suffer Spontaneous Massive Existence Failure.

They’re going to have an interesting time when they get this car to the IMS and discover it will only turn right.