I would also say that at a glance, a Ridgeline is a midsize pickup, while an El Camino is a car with a truck bed.

Also - and perhaps this is just me, see avatar - I’m getting notes of 2nd-gen Trans Am from the wheels and taillight panel.

You’re half right - I crossed the bike lane to enter the right turn lane. Problem is, I passed that cyclist easily 50 yards before the turn lane began, and he was well behind me when I crossed the bike lane. He caught up to me as I was braking to make the turn and literally inserted himself into my blind spot, rather…

Because I passed him in thru traffic before the turn lane began. I was already in the turn lane when he caught up to me as I was braking and inserted himself into my blind spot. He made a conscious choice to catch up to me on my right rear rather than a) remaining safely in the bike lane to sail through the…

Okay, more detail:

 the best the best humor has the truth in it, and Portlandia is stuffed full of the truth.

I suggest being self-aware enough to know that standing on a bike on the centerline of a busy two-lane street at rush hour, with traffic behind you driving west into the glare of a setting sun above the 45th parallel. Specifically, I would suggest he travel an extra 100 yards to the crosswalk.

I can’t speak for New York, but I lived in Portland, Oregon, “America’s Most Bike Friendly City,” for eleven years. The main people trying to get bicyclists killed are bicyclists - to include the guy I nearly ran over sitting in the middle of a very busy street at rush hour with his hand stuck out to make a left turn,…

Counterpoint:

“maybe T-tops? Anybody? No? Just me? OK.”

Heh. I found out quite by accident in my 1983 GT that my very dear friend had no stomach for automotive horseplay. We were driving one night after a light rain, and just for fun, I fishtailed the car a bit making a right-hand turn at a stop sign. There was a long gentle curve to the left coming up, and just before we…

Updoot for sly Red Dawn reference.

Oh, you mean you prefer the bastardized FWD version? Welp, it's a free country.

I had a strange issue with my 1983 22R-E:  during a tune-up, I had the fuel injectors cleaned, and my fuel economy actually went down. I told my mechanic I was going to have to ask him to put the dirt back.

Can confirm. My second car was a 1983 GT notch with the 22R-E/5 speed. It was the most flingable car I’ve ever owned - the damn thing was a go-kart.

On Facebook Marketplace in Warm Springs, Georgia. Therefore, it may not be rusty enough for David anyway. 

Which will be great entertainment as Tracy goes on happily wrenching on rusty crap, one millimeter within city code.

I still say his next “vehicle” purchase should be a doublewide on a couple of acres, away from prying eyes. Look hard enough, and you'll find one that already has a shop in the property. 

Much less the Forward Control I found the other day...