You see youngsters, back in the day this is how we used to find used cars. Pages and pages of glorious pictures you could read with a flashlight under the covers at night.
You see youngsters, back in the day this is how we used to find used cars. Pages and pages of glorious pictures you could read with a flashlight under the covers at night.
It’s just a little Texas dust, same that is in that air filter. CP
Legendary Defender!
I only get my pizza from Ray’s.
Why is this a problem?
As a former PT Turbo Convertible owner, I must disagree. With the 5 speed manual, that little car hauled!
This. I approached my first DIY brake job with great hesitation. Luckily, it was older, straightforward drum brakes. I finished the job, tested gently, tested again and finally decided I had done it right. But very unnerving for a teen driver!
Euro-Falcon + Pinto engine = CP
Soylent Vans are People!!
Are you surprised it took that long? :)
The first car I drove regularly, my Dad bought one for us kids. (Honestly, he did love us!) Also did my first serious wrenching, my brother and I had to fix it when the timing belt went out and we had to tear the engine apart. Fun times! I would totally rock a wagon, but I’ve come to like airbags, ABS and other modern…
I stupidly want one of those van-trucks.
There are pics of a camouflaged Maverick next to a Ranger. It looks... 3 inches lower? a few inches narrower, length, unsure. I haven’t seen the Santa Cruz with anything for scale, but my eyeball thinks it will be the smaller.
I agree, I would rather have an extended cab, but I’m really wanting a truck again, and the Maverick is looking more my style. Can’t wait to see them both in person.
Sorry, kinja’d up my pic posting!
I was a big fan of the Santa Cruz concept, but if I have to go with 4 doors, this looks more like a truck:
David! Haven’t you seen this?
Too soon. Always too soon.
Does that time include recharging?
I first encountered a clutch at around 12,with my cousin’s dirt bike. Almost wrecked myself, but I managed to ride long enough to realize motorcycles were not for me.