One of the vehicles I inherited when my dad died was a 2006 Pontiac Grand Prix. I didn’t give the car much thought. It was paid for and it was better on fuel economy than my truck. I ended up putting 90,000 miles on it before I started having transmission issues.

I liked it until I saw the view out of the back.

I hate the FRC with a passion.

Moved out to Oklahoma for a year in search of work. The house we rented had an awesome three car garage that was attached. That, alone, sold me on the house. The killer bathroom with the two person hot tub and two person shower was just a bonus in my opinion.

Could Raph and Torch pass a DOT drug test if they had to take it right now?

I couldn’t get into the car with the top up. I could not contort myself properly to make it happen. The joys of being tall and fat.

So, the Camaro isn’t fat, it’s just pregnant?

I own a Ford Focus with a Powershit Transmission and Sync.

Why? Looking at what is included, it looks like a whole lot of fun if you can afford it.

Enough to become the next Mr. $kaycog?

SO, a truck has to be covered in mud and hauling a metric ton of shit in order to be used for its intended purpose? I’ve always used my trucks to carry bulky stuff, but, never carried much weight. As far as I am concerned, if a truck is loaded enough to squat, it is overloaded.

I can’t understand why some people cannot wrap their minds around the fact that others simply prefer to drive trucks instead of cars while having zero desire to rip through the woods or play in the mud. My trucks always stay on the pavement. The bed might get used once a month, but, so what? I like the way they drive…

The Bro would if he could.

IIRC, it has half inch fuel lines. It’s going to drink like a frat boy on Spring Break.

Pussy. I’d give it right back to my coworkers.

Wrangler is the only option. Run with the top off or down when the weather is right. 4WD when the weather is not. You could buy something else, but, you’d be wrong.

Stuff like this is why I could never be a writer. I couldn’t stretch this process out into the multi-paragraph essay you have created and I’m a decent writer when I need to do it.

Dear Volvo, Now that I have come to appreciate your product, I’d appreciate it if you’d stop making vehicles that I want. I wish I could take anything off your dealer lots without having the cops come after me.

My issue with the Fuckus is entirely based on the Powershit transmission. It slips like it is full of ice and I just don’t trust it. My first opportunity to offload it, it is going away.

Nope. Ingersol GMC, in CT.