You have to really, really want this car to buy that. And I have to imagine anybody who ends up in a used Crown Vic these days sought it out on purpose.

Not seeing any reasons why.

That'll be a fun scene when he insults all of his Ferrari customers simultaneously and tells them all he hates them.

Nah, that was for big spenders who just loved Pontiac speed.

You mean the one train that goes to one place? The one train with one destination confused you?

This was way better than rollo75’s nasally written math equation.

"Some frame parts diagonal from other parts."

Also kinda worrisome that the outside of the left front tire appears to be wearing faster than the rest of the tire, and differently than the right front.

Yeah and it looked the same too. Kinda weird how commenters are effectively functioning like neurons in remembering this in the Jalopnikortex

I’ve hurt you

That's incredible. Here I was proud of myself for my 30 minute Volvo 240 head swaps.

I know right! My dad sold his Pontiac 6000 right out from under me and I'm like WTF man? Then he gets a brand new Lumina, and a couple years later, GONE. ARRGGH!

Maybe 2 1/2 hours is shop rate on that starter, but that's extremely doubtful. Just scam artists.

Yeah, hey screw you for paying us to fuck up your car, buddy.

I guess but c'mon, even if it's outside it takes a loooong time before rust can fuck up the brakes. Usually you just drive it a while and everything loosens up and stops making noise. I know, because I live in this swamp and I've resurrected plenty of cars from the dead.

I never went to another mechanic, period, after watching Pep Boys peeling out in my Camaro trying to get it off the lift with the exhaust hung up. The V-band flange was cracked in half, exhaust suddenly way, way louder than when I pulled in. They refused to admit fault, several levels up the phone-call chain.

Well every part of that is a nightmare. I'd say burn their shop to the ground, but it looks like you're searching for houses.

Reminds me of this ~85 year old Hungarian man in my old neighborhood who noticed I worked on old Volvos in my garage at home. He asked if I could get his car going again. I told him I really didn't think I should be working on other people's cars (I'd heard horror stories from friends about this type of situation…

Jesus, that's quick for a FWD car that you're swapping engine internals between blocks for too.

Judging by what I've seen and heard at oil change places, I'm kinda shocked this doesn't happen once a day at every Midas/Jiffy Lube in the country.