Are the powertrain cooling systems designed properly to meet vehicle level functional objectives?

The Goldilocks of meh cars. Not too big, not too small. Just meh.

I was once young and naive about tires, but then I hit six nails in one year and became a master of tire changing and tire plugging. It taught me two things: to be able to plug a flat; and to be able to swap in a spare. Today, I always have a plug kit with me, but I also feel paranoid if I don’t have a spare I can…

Is there some value of “slow” for which “slow car fast” is no longer true?

The Five Hundred’s always memorable because you always think, Hey, remember that time Ford had all their model names begin with an F? Yeah, that’s when they called the Taurus a Five Hundred!

Anything convertible basically IS a pickup, right?

A couple of years ago, I had a problem running out of gas with a full tank. I used to daily drive an ‘07 Royal Enfield Bullet motorcycle, and for some reason (this was the only bike this ever happened with), got in the habit of switching off the gas at the petcock whenever I was filling up. The problem was that every…

That’s weird, ‘cause spiders always thought it had a YOU FACE!

My deepest apologies. I’m watching in horror as my fingers type this, unable to stop them.

I’m pretty sure that’s a lug nut wrench. A tire iron is a flat crowbar looking thing for levering the tires off the hub.

As a Fiesta ST driver, I guess I come at that question from the other side—if I don’t want or need a larger car (and I personally don’t), why would I spend anything extra at all on a larger car?

I guess the sales figures put me in a minority, though.

I do not even know how to check if I am grey or not. I just assume that I am.

Wikipedia distinguishes between front-mid and rear-mid so it has to be true.

Somebody else on Jalopnik pointed out a while ago that if you want a brightly-colored car it has to either be a supercar OR a subcompact. You want an orange car, it’s gotta be a Lamborghini OR a Mirage.

Mas...car..a?

My dad had one. The Czech engine light was always on.

I got my folks their surname as a vanity plate for Christmas. It’s not cute or funny, just their name. Also, it’s an uncommon name, so I knew it wouldn’t be taken. I don’t have problem with vanity plates, but I do have a problem when you’re being so unoriginal that you have to have some contorted spelling or…

I don’t have a specific story, but my folks (who lived in England at the time), got married in ‘78 and had their first kid (me) in ‘81. In between, they had a three-liter Ford Capri. They get all misty-eyed whenever it comes up, and I think for them it’s a symbol of those halcyon days of young love before the kids…

Correction: independent to excessS!

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The absent wing mirror is killing me.