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Lexus says what?

Having recently sold an older BMW, I can say that a big selling point was the binder with 20 years of maintenance receipts chronologically arranged. I think that alone was worth $2K.

1970s child me remembers our family stopping into the Howard Johnson’s on the NJ Turnpike with its globe pendant lights and waitress service like something out of Mad Men, plus cool vending machines with metal puzzles and Superballs for kids to put their eye out or choke on.

It probably just feels like 66,000 tons.

The rest of the paint isn’t bad, I’d take it to a good shop and have them redo the panel and repair/blend the other roof area as best a possible and call it a day.

Shoulda mentioned that Caddy is a manual (and I’m not sure what’s going on with that clutch pedal).

SO true. They already produced a six hour complaint, now they’re adding books?

So it will know I’m on my way to Whole Foods and raise prices on things I like before I get there!

So it will know I’m on my way to Whole Foods and raise prices on things I like before I get there!

Or just drive around screaming “It’s a Lipsitz!” to anyone raising an eyebrow.

Charlie’s Angels: Out of Retirement

Just add a custom plate: NO QSTNS 

You really want me reading a fuel gauge before I’ve had my coffee?

These posters were all over Manhattan back in the day, and I remember thinking hardy har har, yet another wacky mob comedy filled with stereotypes.

He just brags it’s 14. It’s really just spray paint.

Agree. It’s a perfect BAT candidate, it would likely go for more.

Those 3 buts are things you ignore until after the wedding.

He’s only 62. Tom Hanks is 66. Barack Obama is 61.

They were new, so after years of round headlights people thought thy looked modern (I liked them on ‘75 and later Cadillacs, for example).

It’s actually a handsome member of the Malaise era (this coming from a Malaise lover, the cars of my childhood), and hints at the tonnage-shedding designs to come (like much sadder looking LTDs and then the revolutionary Taurus). Driving-wise, it would seem like a dinosaur, but somebody out there probably wants it.

Call Jay Leno. This isn’t something someone buys as their one great prize, it’s a Leno Collection-type car, so weird and unique it belongs with other oddball rarities. (And glad you’re doing well, Jay).