Triple-A paid for the tow and it was already getting close to Hotel O’Clock, so I was fine with the driver’s decision to tow me back to his shop and put on new tires in the morning.

I blew a tire in Oglala, Nebraska and was towed to a tire shop in Julesburg, Colorado. I feel your pain.

It has nary a speck of rust; the one prior owner was a farm equipment salesman with a maniacal willingness to oil and grease everything.

I had a deer t-bone my Ford Focus once on a ranch road in Mendocino County, and I had on VAULT me while I was riding a motorcycle on a fire road in Sonoma County.

Your asterisk is on-point. When I was young and in shape I used to hand asses out like Halloween candy in the Marin Headlands on an 80's Schwinn; now that I’m a fat old fuck with a Salsa Timberjack, I’m thinking of adding panniers to collect all the ass being handed to me.

Flying sucks.

Same; nostalgia is one freaky-ass mofo.

In my defense, I neither contracted a loathsome disease nor ended up on a state-mandated registry...

In fairness, the first mishap was my fault; road-weary and chock-full of urine, I locked myself out of the car in Central Nebraska. Hijinks ensued.

I already had the law degree, lol. And the three days it took to cross the northern part of the country in January in a 37-year-old Olds diesel was a thousand times less unpleasant than three years of law school. Frankly, I think that applying to law school is so far up the Bad Decision Tree that this doesn’t even…

I think it’s a bit of both...

I like GM B-body cars a lot because they’re big and comfortable. There’s decent aftermarket support for the chassis; with tubular control arms and coil-overs and swaybars it handles surprisingly well and with disc brakes off of a C5 Corvette it stops HARD. As a diesel it’s smog exempt which allows me to do things…

I share it here out of love and respect for you.

I felt really old until I saw this car and realized that I’m nowhere near old enough to drive it.

I flew from California to Ohio, bought a car sight unseen, and drove it back to California. Solo. In January. And it was a 1979 Oldsmobile with GM’s infamous 5.7 diesel.

I was driving a friend’s ‘67 Cutlass with holes in the floor and no front brakes when the motor blew, so I rolled it to a service station and came back the next day to tow it.

Who hurt you?

I’ve crossed both Wyoming and Utah at, or above, the posted 80 mph speed limit several times. Wyoming is always without incident; Utah is always a spectacle of bad and aggressive driving. Limits aren’t important; drivers are.

The moral of the story is that both Tesla and BMW drivers suck.

Does computer-controlled fuel injection count?