I’m older then you and this is a Drake, now get of my lawn and take the duck too.
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Stolen? Not hardly. Most are purchased with the proceeds of urban corner marketing.
Fucking interior trim is what it’s all about with both of these cars. I’ll take the Ferrari.
2nd the motion. Though I make a living at this crap, all in for this rig with the dump trailer was 14,500. Paid cash and it paid for itself in two months. It owes me nothing. Seats a crew of 5. This America, is a pickup truck. 7.3 diesel. It also has a goldarn liftgate, cause I’m a old man.
Yes, I live a few miles from the Delaware Water Gap in NW Jersey. And that shit bleeds over here also. Rollin coal and the stars and bars. 64 miles to midtown and you could be confused and think you woke up far below the Mason/Dixon.
Sorry. I fit the demographic that sneers at the folks who dare to call this a pickup truck. Sure, I’am a 58 year old building contractor. Sure, I have different and constant needs not representive of your average citizen, but still, to call this vehicle something it is not is akin to peeing on my shoes and telling me…
Nonsense. I wouldn’t care if I was stiched to Supermans cape, you’re flying in the wrong direction. Death wish idjit.
Why buy a new Maxda CX5, when you can have this...
If we told... then it wouldn’t be a secret. Silly.
When I was kid in 1967 a new TV show called High Chaparral hit the rabbit ears. I was super excited as I had assumed it would be about race cars. Silly me. Boring cowboys.
I dunno, all though douchebaggery BMWness was not a thing in the late sixtys, I fear this car could be still tarred with the same brush. It’s an auto and looks like a Corvair. You can keep the car and pass the pipe.
I know for a fact that comes from the long lost Fugawee tribe. Their battle cry was and is Ware De Fugawee! Ungaa! Ungawaa! Ware De Fugawee!
What’s a Thruxton? About 3lbs shy of a Fukton, or in some cases as much as a Henway.
When you will see here again for 40 large and titled, “why by a new car when...”
Tailgaters are a problem we leave to themselves when we are towing construction equipment. But, when not with a load, I hit the lights and go pedal at the same time and that surely fawks with their heads.
Eighty years from now the question will be, If you could go back in time and kill Drumpf, would you?
Hold on. As a carpenter and cabinet maker for 40 years, I might give you the match so you could collect on the insurance. Though I’m sure its a project born of both time and love, the results are high school cutting board at best. Bring back the shop class.
Don’t be a silly ageist. Let me remind you that todays septuagenarian engaged in more, “against the norm” behaviors during the sixty’s and seventy’s then you will likely experience in your life time. Cops were different, sex was safe, drugs were a culture, three martini lunch was normal, and you could smoke…
Which is a copy of The Thomas Crown Affair mustang.