Subways and buses are not public accommodations.

Congratulations for reducing your argument to the level of absurdity.

I want to hide in plain sight with a deceptively fast hot rod.

You seem to think that not standing out is a liability. I look at it more like a secret superpower.

It’s a custom rebody for Lotus/Caterham Sevens. Check out the link and you’ll be impressed. I was.

Actually, if you want a rebodied Caterham you could do better:

This story reeks. To High Heaven.

No consent to search, no ride. Nobody has a right to ride the subway.

The last thing I’d want to be responsible for as a high school teacher would be securing a weapon. And the biggest thing I’d be worrying about would be my fellow pistol-packin’ faculty who feel that’d be no big deal.

Oh she gets it. She just wants to get a free pass for it. So nobody’s giving her one.

While that’s generally true, it’s always important to document exactly how he’s lying.

For a knockaround city car, this would be perfect. Smooth ride, highway speed and unassuming appearance. Even though this is 30 years old, this little runabout wagon is in fine shape and harder to kill than a cockroach. And it won’t narc you out to your insurance agents like a new Tahoe would.

I remember the Good Old Days, when you were either the customer or the product. When driving was freedom from everybody and everything looking over your shoulder?

I think it depends to some degree on how many of these are sold.

You were so close with the Capri. Though they were sold in America and I’d contend that badging them as Mercurys was close enough.

Let me put it to all you skinflints in simple, hillbilly terms:

It’s always dangerous to taunt somebody who’s looking forward to fucking you up.

I think the correct response would be:

My petite ex-wife was like 5 feet tall and 98 pounds soaking wet. I had a ’77 Caprice coupe I bought from her dad with doors that weighed at least as much — or more — than she did.

That has modern context as well.