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Buckle up, this is going to be a long post. But I promise you, it’s going somewhere.

That was an era when a sporty car had 150hp, if you were lucky. People today bitch about 200hp in the BRZ/86. It’s more than enough to have a good time, but your average “enthusiast” wants to be a stop light warrior and only pays lip service to good handling. If they did appreciate good vehicle dynamics, we wouldn’t

That’s funny. Those were basically my wish list in the mid 2000s for my first car. Ended up with a 240 as well.

Rented a Murano while in Telluride, CO. Went on a drive to go whitewater rafting outside Durango. We use our trusty Googlemaps to find a route over Ophir Pass. This is where we stopped and decided to backtrack. Dirt bikers told us it got worse before it got better. Later told a mini-van attempted this route

76 years old and going out in a high speed crash in a muscle car. I can think of worse ways to sign off.

I figured I already missed the preorders for those.

I just wanted to give a shout out to the employees at Game Stop that helped me secure my SNES classic.

we’ll make a deal. I’ll stop doing that if automotive journalism stops calling every sporty 4 seater a “3 series fighter” or every hot hatch a “GTI fighter” or every off road package truck a “raptor fighter” or every....see where Im going with this?

I ran the carfax. . . . seems the miles aren’t a joke.

Oh, the story is bullshit. It sounds like a 12 year old wrote it. Including the part about “This time Nissan decides to send their five best lawyers”, reads like fiction.

This clown is even more retarded than that retard with the Mercury Marauder from a few weeks ago.

This is like the Mercury Marauder from the other day, not even worth what it sold for new.

I’ll take a black WS6 please. This must have been the poster on the wall of the person who designed the latest Civic Type R. I love this thing and I am sure the interior would remind me of my 2000 Grand Prix GT. I remember sitting in one at the Albany Auto show when they came out, I remember feeling like I was in a

Nah, that was totes because she brought all her kids by Jon’s workplace without texting first. An office can handle maybe one surprise munchkin, but not three running all around, tearing up the place. Sure enough, one wasn’t watching where he was going and got a boo-boo.