Dude. Could you write two stories a day instead of just one? 'Cuz they rock.

And this is what they do after they get shot down.

I don't get it at all, either. Mostly, I think it's just easier for people with no technical understanding to pick from three choices instead thirty. There's already a bazillion models to choose from. Too many choices on a single model might blow too many minds.

Awe. Some.

No dab here—apparently he buys oppo by the barrel.

His 'Murican cuz.

You're dang right about their go-kart characteristics.

HA! Yeah, in current usage of what people expect from them, absolutely. Mmmmm. . . cold dry refried beeeeans. . . .

I don't remember how I got to that solution except that I figured out with a friend that hitting the starter with the hammer made it work. But I didn't want to crawl under the car every time I wanted to move, so somehow I ended up with the rig I described.

I thought I'd clicked you back when you had those awesome pics of your destroyed motor. Maybe it got lost in 5.0 somewheres.

/clapping

Wohoo! Riches!

HA HA HA!

Your image of roasting tires in Berkeley. . . . that's genius.

HA HA!

It would make mine, too, just to have the old Jeep again, even if I still had to start it that way. Damn, that car was great.

The 1989-1994 Geo Metro.

Everything is better with more cylinders.

The car that makes me want to go back to school for a mechanical engineering degree. The car that is everything good and pure and right about driving with none of the hypercar douche-iness. The car that shows that ass-kicking function can produce beautiful form.

Thank you, paul, for the kick-ass write-up. I would normally choose to ignore this, but it's too damned funny, given your battle with the hamster. He's out for blood today.