This is actually the model upon which I learned to drive. 1974 260Z 2+2 auto/AC. (It had to be a family car also). Jade Green, full brown vinyl top, later upgrade to 240Z carbs since the 260's had the fuel bowl right over the exhaust manifold (can you say vapor lock).

But we need suburbs—so we can build the Retirement/Rest Home/Assisted Living Industrial Complex.

James May—unimpressed

The first car I bought new (when my Citation was t-boned). Black Sundance Turbo w/ BBS lace wheels (not gold). The turbo rush in 2nd gear was very nice. Did have a bad habit of glazing the discs so it was always pulsing on braking. Dead reliable.

Call NORAD, ask for their “Nuke it from Space” special.

Mine had the wrong Body Control Module installed. The base model BCM couldn’t handle the load on my “loaded” ES, so the interior lights wouldn’t go out, the doors might (or might not) lock, the headlamps had a strange attraction to going dark when you turned on the thumping stereo.

1917 letter to Henry Ford complaining about my Model T brought this response:

Email the dealership with a very specific question; to wit, “....as your pictures do not show the control stack, does this EcoBoost Mustang Convertible have the Premier Package and the SEAT A/C blowing cold air up my skirt....”

Dream car, even the color.

Pics lost in fire, but 77 Volare Wagon; 318 2bbl, blue, “wood”. Had to try all the weird things: slamming all four open doors by flooring the pedal, what happens when you throw it in Reverse at 10 mph (it dies). Total piece of crap, lawyer helped up get CDP to take it back on lemon law.

I’ll be in my bunk

*any video.*

So if Burt Reynolds redid “Gator”, this is the dark green LTD 429?

PlumpDriver Lives Matter. Don’t tase me bro-in-law.

Still waiting patiently for NASCAR figure 8 racing (with an overpass, not the demo derby thing).

Election 2016; in the words of John Oliver, “Satan’s Pinterest Page”.

He truly is the “7th grade bully who never grew up”. Chilling that he is this close to the Presidency; and this from a staunch Republican Conservative.

I always thought of my ‘87 M6 as a German version of the mid-60's Buick Riviera; the banker’s hotrod (even with a stir stick).

They are super stealthy; who would know?