Glorious

All conveniently parked on the 405.

I mean, its fabrication and the Police Academy theme, right? Ambrosia.

I loved that ‘81 hatchback - drving it in 90: it was till confidence inspiring and absorbed sooo much abuse.

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Instead of dumping BB’s all over the track (a la Waltrip) VW can drop their back windows.

Big Pharma already on it:

Not to mention that it requires the police to close with the car. In response, criminals accelerate to keep far ahead instigating the high-speed chases police are trying to avoid.

Ahh, winter. Finally I can turn the A/C off.

Too much $ for me, (esp auto - seriously, it’s a whole new kind of slow) but its so clean someone looking for a Volvo Wagon for a big project would probably snatch it up given its great condition. Perfect for an LS swap.

The hors d’oeuvres were equally to the point.

CP, but just barely. Probably talk him down to $750 and then I’d do it, but for $1k, one of those problems needs to not be there: A/C, gauges, or transmission.  

Fortunately Halloween has evolved from its humble child poisoning roots to the casually racist costumes and cheap beer parties we know today.

Would be reasonable if the A/C worked, but no. Friend had one, automatic, and it always gave the impression of driving around in a very large cardboard shoe box. With cool chromey power window switches.

Did they fix the transmission in the later models? Word was the early ones ate the slushbox for breakfast each morning.

Well it’s not the Boy Scouts; most people don’t need squad leaders for their camping trips.

I assume it is the logical position people arguing that video games do not affect people’s behavior could take: a dose of reality to center on before lots of pretend fun.

I love my CRV. I’ve only ever used the AWD in snow and rain and it was competently reassuring there. Not as tough as my truck, not as fast as my car but we always get where we’re going, without fail, cheaply. It’s the Miata of cars for people who just gotta get somewhere.

The owner almost repaired it in time for the race, but his efforts were cut short.

He’s made enough to comfortably retire in a one-bedroom studio near the ball park. He’ll never pay for a soy latte again.