Saw the original Truffle Hunter last summer at the Porsche museum in Stuttgart. I demand all Jalops put the Stuttgart Porsche and Mercedes museums on your Bucket Lists immediately.
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I first saw (noticed) the word heckblende yesterday while searching for parts for the ‘94 E32 740iL. And, lo, heckblende appears again today before my eyes!
“This presents a huge chronological problem, because archaeological evidence places humans in Chile around 15,000 years ago, and in Florida some 14,500 years ago”.
My “living despite myself moment” was standing up in the passenger seat of a convertible Rabbit taking a huge piss as we tore through Bird Rock, CA while my equally stoned-drunk-stupid buddy behind the wheel had his foot mashed to the floor at 2:00 in the morning.
Why doesn’t Ford just hold the title to these cars for 24 months....?
This needs to happen from atop the Corkscrew.
Still better than a Chevy Captiva.
I know nothing about car batteries in any form. So my stupid question will proudly stand naked in front of its audience.
“Walmart people”? My bet is they’re a lot smarter with their spending than those who look down on them. They’re certainly not the one percent, and they’re not vain enough or that stupid to pretend otherwise. In my little corner of America, Southern California, our Walmart parking lots look like any other parking lots…
It needs a JALOPNIK sticker. Then it all works.
Does this mean the Dream Catcher of beads and hawk feathers dangling from the rear view mirror of my ’85 forrest green Subaru aren’t working?
2,876 miles in 24 hours! That’s the breadth of our country.
Street, area, town, neighborhood....? Los Angeles isn’t some little berg.
The Jag owner, though forthright, shouldn’t own a nice car. How the hell do you not know that the nose of your Little Precious will get bloodied when the lift operates? I’d hate to see him parallel park it or try to hit the correct point on an apex. Poor Little Precious.
I like to see a current model Taurus Wagon SHO.
My Godfather, living in London in the early ’70s, took the ass off a Maserati Ghibli and stuck it on the rear of a Jag E-Type coup. Jagerati. Cool in the day. Regretful 45 years later. Wish I could find the pic somewhere.
Between 12 and 15 i had unhealthy obsessions with these three all at once - an Alfa GT 1300 jr, ’62 Corvette and a ’69 Triumph TR-6. I would have done horrible things for any one of them.
Yet not one “Free Candy” sticker....
After prostitution I think simple payola is number two on the list of “Oldest Professions”