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Kinda hard to walk out there in your underwear at midnight when you want to go get another look at some bit you’ve been having a hard time with.

I read a lot of curbed.com because I’m a modern home geek. They’re a pretty decent real estate site focused on larger trends around the country.

Porsche did it better:

Pulled over in small town Massachusetts because I had a Georgia plate. The cop even said so.

This is like driving in WA and OR. There’ll be 9 cars in the left lane, going exactly the speed limit and when you go around them on the right, one will try to block you and the rest will honk at you. Sheesh. Stay right except to pass, idiots.

In 1986 or so, my wife and I decided to jump in our two year old Honda Accord and see how far we could drive. We made it to St. Louis from Boston over a few days, just stopping and seeing random stuff on the way.

You and Craig Fitzgerald should talk. He’s over at Bestride.com. He’s had his Corvair about a year or so

20 years ago, BMW and HD had exactly the same issue. They sold pretty much three basic platforms and then just hung different bodywork on them to make the suitable for specific use.

Is that a Mustang?

Like women everywhere, she is sick of that shit. Assholes better hide. She’s had enough.

People that consider a big chunk of the country as “flyover” are idiots. Every part of this continent has something beautiful to offer. Much of the country has been conditioned to ignore it for some reason though.

My 2000 F150: “yes, please. More like me. “

What kind of idiot has never heard of sugar in the gas tank as a way to destroy an engine?

When I was 18, we lived in the northern Atlanta suburbs and fishing on the Chattahoochee was a regular evening activity. We had a 1969 Ford Country Squire wagon that we used to tow our boat, which was just a 16" aluminum rowboat.

After getting Uturned by one while riding my motorcycle, it’s always the Corolla.

Dealerships may finally be figuring out that repeat business costs less to garner than starting from zero. When you don’t apply a scorched earth sales process, people tend to come back.

I’m only 59 and I’m already figuring out my Last Car. I’m thinking 911 Turbo because who doesn’t want to be “the old dude with all the motorcycles and that 911 Turbo”. Bonus: When I die, my wife can be “that old lady that drives the shit out of that 911 Turbo.”

It’s coming your way, so start thinking about it soon.

They were a pretty radical departure for not only Harley, but pretty much any motorcycle of the era. If you have an original Buell, before the HD acquisition and subsequent death, chances are it’s worth some serious coin now.

They came with a center stand and I don’t believe you need to remove the front fender to get the wheel out from under.

I was out of work for 8 months some years ago and what I found was that I needed a mission that would allow me some sense of accomplishment every single day. I get that reward from work, but without work, I needed something similar or I’d just sit around all day watching tube or off riding my mountain bike.