So first off, NP if were going on market value. Everything to do on this car is a matter of man if you really care to fix it so long as those hydraulics, soft top bits, and cabrio specific parts are in order.

I admit defeat. I walked into a wall. The wall hurt me

Hey there boys and girls! Today’s word of the day is “satire”.

Agree, comrade. Capitalist pigdog car show should only review cars of people, not bourgeoisie garbage like Bugati. Do not wish to give proletariat aspirational feelings. If cannot afford, then why look? Is waste of time. Will never afford. Is only dreams and dreams for little children babies.

Dumbest gimmick?

I actually have 5 sets of wheels

Heeeeeelll no! I was on lunch break with full intentions to have some fun 😁

Hey man! I am on here haha, and this is my daily driver. I swapped back to summers because it was nice out and didn’t want to waste my winters but right after the news crew snagged this footage I went back to my work and put winters on

Born and raised actually! I used to live in Starksboro way up in the mountains, only just recently did I move to burlington

The plate describes my car very well thank you very much. As solid as my build is (100% function) the shell is rotting away from the shit they put on the roads up here. Once the snow finally goes away, my reshelling. Process is going to start with the rust free ‘97 estoril shell I acquired

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The heater core was getting air bound. Changing RPM’s agitated the bubble out. Filling the cooling system with a vacuum adapter would have solved it.

NP. It’s a manual 7 series at a pretty reasonable price and I can feel like the guy from the Transporter, what’s not to like.

Heh. “Work truck” reminded me of this one.

When driving home after work, I generally sit in the right hand lane near the speed limit (70mph on I75 north of Detroit) as I’m not in any real hurry and traffic is light.

A few years ago a group of us went to Montreal for the Grand Prix. We got up around Thursday, began serious drinking as soon as we hit the hotel and by Saturday afternoon we decided to nurse our hangover with a trip to an indoor karting track. We were rather disheveled looking and once at the track the thoughts of the…

Everyone but the victim in this story sounds like a jerk, especially you.

That’s not revenge. That’s just bullying.