My old man was a corporate exec. Dressed well, except on the weekends, when he would wear ratty cut-offs, shirts he hacked the sleeves off of, and an old pair of work boots that he rarely tied. We were driving somewhere together one weekend day in his old Toronado when he hit a pothole. I watched, seemingly in slow…

Seriously?  You guys are now breaking the Morning Shift into multiple posts?  Do you pay attention to your readers at all?

My thoughts exactly.  This is the sort of automotive dipshittery I always support.  NP

Why would I try?  ND

I live in Missouri.  DQ is over-priced garbage and I couldn’t care less about a chain the exists only in California

Who knew?  Well...When this was announced, I said on here that this would be the biggest product launch Ford ever had. I’m a 55 year old semi-moron living in rural Missouri.  I guess I (and a shit-ton of other people) are geniuses.

Rural Missouri? This...Why? Rural Missouri

I was engaged to the human version of this car back in the early 90's.  She was beautiful.  One of the most miserable years of my life.  N f’ing D.

I’m old enough to remember when beaters were $2ooo or less. I bought a car I drove for 2 years in the late 80's for $500. A truck I drove for SIX years in the mid 90's cost me $600. This heap is in the same category. I wouldn’t pay more than $2500 for this and hope I got a year out of it. Biggest “Crack Pipe for the…

Perfection.  And this coming from a guy with a 1968 F100.

Is it just me or is it hard to believe they are still fucking with this?  

This is the only response

Yes, if legit.  Seems TOO low.

I’d rather take a beating than step foot on one of those shit barges

How’s about a “different kind of car company?” I bought a 93 SL1 just like the one pictured. It was the best car I will most likely ever own. Nothing fancy but for what it was, it was great. Other than basic maintenance, I never spent a dime in repairs on that car. Not even a rattle. Weirdly, it even handled snow like…

My Old Man’s favorite song was “Songbird” by Christine McVie.  Lost him about 13 years ago. Put me in a car by myself and this 55 year old grown-ass man will weep like a child.

I suggest 36 across Kansas.  You can stop in St. Joseph, MO and fuel up on Meth and Mrs. Freshley’s Honey Buns.  The big ones...like they have in prisons.