Sure.

Not a single interior picture? Even as the seller waxes poetic about how the roof rack “enhances the vehicle’s culture” — Gaak! — not a single mention of it in the text either. And this is the wife’s wheels — with a recovery kit stuck to said cultural roof rack and enough lights to be seen from space. Hmmmm ...

Sure as Hell is. Delray Beach, Home of the Early Bird Special.

I can relate. I also lived in the slums of Belmont “wheah tha rentahs live.” Nice neighborhood, but worlds away from Belmont Hill.

Or, move into residential buildings either in or on the periphery of a downtown area.

I’m just the opposite.

Very Ferrari California-ish in your lead illustration. Very pretty.

That’s what I told friends in San Antonio when I was in the Air Force.

Not so much a resolution, but a curiosity:

I admire your bracket racing skills, as well as your evil technique for turning competitors into angry bracket busters in the other lane.

Berlinettas were supposed to be posh, more luxurious than the base Camaro. But Avis would rent you either one at the same rate.

Damn.

Nah. Front-Wheel Drive doesn’t cut it. The first-gen was dynamically superior to that bustle-backed beast.

I wouldn’t necessarily say that’s a bad thing. This X-plus (GM actually re-classified it as a K-body) chassis was used for the Seville and the Pontiac Phoenix 4-doors of that era. it also was essentially the platform used for the second-gen Camaro and Firebird.

Intown Portland ME early on a Sunday morning is pretty much a ghost town. For holidays, it’s pretty much a wasteland for the whole morning — or until the bars open.

Those Scheel shoulder harnesses are tied in a loose knot behind the rollbar instead of, like, actually bolting them down solid?

The same one that Porsche uses for its Taycan.

No need to question whether a Cup Car could do 12 seasons. It easily could.

I’m especially intrigued by one thing that isn’t mentioned in this article: the two in-hub engines inside the rear wheels.

Just the thing for that guy who’s HOA keeps bitching that his Mustang is too loud.