We have plenty of yield signs, the problem is people don’t understand what they are or ignore them. A series of yield signs for the service road at I-270 offramps locally had to be replaced by stop signs because people wouldn’t yield. Now we all have to stop for no reason because of idiots.

There was one starring Richard Pryor called “Greased Lightning”.

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No, Bradley refuses to believe that Larson made a regrettable mistake and that he deserves to be shunned for the rest of his life. I'm no Larson fan, but Brad has a fucking hard on for the dude and I don't know if its genuine disgust or just virtue signaling, but it's as if he can't write about NASCAR without bringing…

A perfect example of their bad luck. They had some great ideas, but could rarely, if ever, get the funds to put those ideas fully into production.

It was already on an unlucky streak the day it was formed from a group of unlucky car companies. They engineered cars that were a bit ahead of their time and. Their 4wd/AWD cars and wagons, Jeeps and Jeep SUVs, and especially the small and affordable SUV were all vehicles that became the bread and butter for…

International Harvester - They spent decades making pick-up trucks, and what would eventually called SUVs, but went out of business in 1980 just before the SUV craze hit in the mid-80s.

So many cool cars. A-Team van, Magnum’s Ferrari 308 GTS, KITT, McCormick’s Coyote X, 007 Aston Martin, the Bandit, and Colt Seaver’s GMC 4x4. But, simply:

In 1977 I went to the Melbourne Motor Show in Australia - I was eight. I was also convinced that this was going to be my first car in about a decade or so. I was wrong, it was a gutless small sedan. Still, I have the spiritual successor now:

What I wanted was the yellow and black ‘68 Mustang fastback with the 289 and 4-speed that was for sale down the street from my house for $1900 (This was 1980 or so.)

A black & gold Porsche 944, non turbo, burgundy leather. Sat on a street corner at a small dealer’s lot on the main drag of town for much of my middle- hichschool career, collecting all kinds of grime on from passing cars

American General DJ5 Postal Jeep. Why? Right Hand Drive and Irony.

My first car was a 67 Firebird 400 so I guess I was doing pretty good. After that I wanted an early Bronco and could never find one at my price point so needless to say I'm waiting on my reservation for a new one.

I’m not sure why but these seemed like the baddest MFers out there in my teens

300ZX Twin-Turbo, but also convertible. (Yes, I know that doesn’t exist.)
Ended up with a 1992 Plymouth Voyager....

I just read about that yesterday and I’m honestly wondering how many people besides me know what a COPO Camaro is and are under 40 years old.

Man would I love to get a house built exactly the way I want, because everything seems to be architecturally stuck in the 19th century and it fucking sucks, but building a house where I am is simply not financially feasible unless you are deep into six figures. I’m not that deep. Instead I get the privilege of paying…

When I pay $1000 and up for someting, I am sure as hell getting what I want or I’ll will gladly keep looking or just save my money.

I don’t mean to sound obtuse here, but like... yeah, this is obviously the way it should be. I have purchased a brand new car twice in my life, and both times were cars that I ordered with exact colors and option packages.

I never, ever, tailgate. I know my reaction speed is terrible. However when I was married my ex was a terrible incorrigible tailgater. Her excuse? “If I drive closer they’ll get out of my way!” She also was a “last second brake” person.