Obviously.
Obviously.
I got to right after the part where the shitty fuel had burned off and you decided to take it up to 90 seemingly just because.
Fair enough.
Maths, bruh.
Relative speed, dumbass.
Yeah I know I'm a humorless prick, but that car wasn't "destroyed", Clickbait Jones.
The trees stick out simply because of contrast. The colors are hypersaturated in comparison. The buildings are colored and shaded in uniform. They pop.
What are you fucking talking about? In terms of prosperity, compared to the 70's and 80's, the 90's may as well have been the 50's.
Yeah. This is one of those cars that you used to see all the time and now never do.
I don't know enough about them past the history, but I like them. I had the Hot Wheel of it as a kid. A buddy in high school had a regular Citation as his first car and loved it, apparently it was a craptacular rocket. I think he wrecked it and ended up with a Chevette.
Fucking tanks with reactive armor. Fucking Russia.
They did go crazy over it when it came out. There were crowds of people wherever one was stopped. The dealers couldn't keep them in stock. Three things doomed the PT:
Oh. OK. There's really only one decent shot of them that I saw. Too many oblique shots. I actually really like that detail. Maybe they should consider adding it to the standard car.
I don't get it about the quarter windows, other than they're chromed. Do they go down? Am I missing something? How are they like vents? Reading this, I feel like I've had a stroke.
It's for that retired guy who already owns a Corvette and wants to take BOTH of his grandkids for ice cream at a time.
And just for the record, I'm not a Camaro fan, nor am I a GM apologist. I like cars, and I think these reviews aren't always very fucking thoughtful. Have some perspective.
This whole Clarksonion-like fixation with American cars being shoddy overweight crap by default is becoming a fucking cliche. You can't have it both ways. You can't gush over it's "Australian" platform, and then bitch about every other aspect of it. Tangentially, the mission of every car isn't to be lithe. Not every…
"A little part of me dies every time I twist some dinky knob to operate a transfer case when I should be pulling a proper lever."
Imagine 6000 people all puking simultaneously.