I regret that I have but one star to give.

This car simply does not work as a wagon. It just...doesn’t.

Normally I’m all, “Wagon all the things!” but the SportCross proves that there are limits.

CP.

You answered your own question.

They feel weird.

I was wondering. Thanks for the clarity.

You’ve done your civic duty with your acurate statement.
You and I are in accord...I look forward to reading your future posts with renewed vigor.

I respectfully disagree with your assertion.

Recommend switching to decaf.

I’m not sure what point you’re trying to make, other than to confirm that the e39 represents the closest thing to perfection in interior design we’ll ever see, and it’s all been downhill from there.

‘86 or so Ford Escort is my best guess.

Well, the cat died of old age so it either wouldn’t be there when I left, or it found a good underhood perch.

Decided to check the oil in my truck before setting off somewhere from my parents’ house one time...and a good thing, as there was my sister’s cat looking back up at me when I opened the hood.

Will always star an “American Beauty” reference.

GM’s version:

Edit: Oh, forget it. Kinja is stupid, my joke was stupid, and it was supposed to be a picture of U2's Rattle & Hum.

Not this one- the non-turbos got a true five speed (didn’t have the overdrive button on top like the turbos did.)

My first Volvo was an ‘89 740GL 5 speed, and I fell in love with the 480 when the Air Force kindly deployed me to RAF Fairford for a summer in the late ‘90s.

Can confirm: am nerd.

Are you sure they weren’t just ordered by a bunch of Russians but never delivered?

Nope. They’re the passenger version.

Ok, everyone just stop right there. These planes were built but never delivered. They have been in Boeing’s possession since new. Look, I realize the Russian jokes just write themselves, but in this case...nope. They can’t have been repo’ed because they were never delivered in the first place.

I’m hoping this will be allowed under a technicality as it’s not a convertible, per se:

Scene:

Me, driving on the Spaulding Turnpike near Dover, New Hampshire in a blinding rainstorm- the kind where sensible people go about 45 mph on a four lane divided highway...and most of the traffic was.

In front of me, a white…

Not from Buffalo, but have spent enough time there to know that I like it.