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@Novaload: Hey, worst case is a potential new sway bar for my friend's '96 Ciera (sans Cutlass Custom Cruiser).

@MetaOrbit: Seriously. Most younger folk are fine drivers if they can avoid distractions, just as most older folk are fine drivers as long as they're still mentally competent and have their vision. It's a matter of knowing your limitations. This lady clearly didn't know hers.

I normally don't like red, especially with the whole clown-shoe vibe this one has, and the chips in the door would tempt a repaint (to black, of course; there aren't many options with that lovely interior, unless you swapped the seats for a set with worn-out bolsters and some cold hard cash and had them partially

@Death By Cornbread: Yeah, the New Beetle's had the door-switch issues before (the driver's side has been replaced twice; the passenger side once, in 120k miles). It's not the end of the world until the alarm sets itself off, at which point it becomes a serious annoyance. We've been lucky aside from that.

@tjanson: I don't worry about cutting people off - I signal before I do it, out of courtesy, and I expect it from others when traffic is heavy. Weaving through lanes and not signalling, well, those are harder to excuse - being in a hurry doesn't have to mean being a dick.

@Andyf: It's one of very few things (along with braking on a 40+ MPH uphill grade) that makes me rage a bit. If traffic is light and there's a passenger car/light truck sitting in the left lane with no left exit ahead and an open right lane, I will follow them for a mile or so, flick my lights a few times, get further

Nice Price, but only begrudgingly. If I bought it, I'd take off the wing in the seller's driveway, jump up and down on it, and then leave it on the curb outside his house. I'd be gentler with the stick-on vents with the hope of saving the paint.

@calzonegolem: I think it's something about Massachusetts. As a New Hampshire driver, I'm perfectly fine in my home state - I even tailgate less than most of my fellow residents. However, as soon as I get to Route 2 or 495, all hell breaks loose. I still won't usually pass on the right, though.

@Kulprit442: Well, I meant that someone buying one for himself (it's usually himself) would consider the aggressive styling, rear-wheel-drive, and considerable power (with the Hemi) to be desirable compared to the Camry (quick - in a straight line) and Impala (tuna boat). These sorts of aggressive folks, well, I think

@AustinMiniMan: Awwriiiiight! It's a 940/960, right? I forget which.

@danio3834: Ahh, you mean my daily commute. Having daily-driven a 114-horsepower armoured personnel carrier with a three-speed overdrive automatic for over a year now, it amazes me that my fellow Volvo drivers remain so calm and serene - sure, I'm a calm enough driver when I'm not in a hurry, but if you hit your

Now the real trouble - I'd like to think I'd do the same thing with my old Volvo, and I'd probably escape without much damage, too. However, because it's an old Volvo, there's a reasonable chance I wouldn't be able to catch up to him in the first place. A true dilemma.

@suss6052: Exactly. They may not have been modern or impressive, but they were quite reliable, and even performed reasonably well in a straight line once the 3300 became standard and the line was trimmed to Centuries and Cutlass Cieras. A good friend of mine has a '96 Ciera wagon - maroon over maroon - and while it's

@rb1971 - E39M5 + E9 CSi: And this drives me absolutely insane. I won't pass on the right unless I've already pulled up behind someone, eased back, pulled up again, and flicked my lights to attempt to coax them into doing the right thing, unless traffic dictates that I take the easier (and technically illegal) method,

@dmcshinobi: Obscure beer drinker: The street lights come down with only a scratch to your car. The phone booths, however, from III/VC/SA, are completely indestructible, as are the bus stops from all generations. Nobody plays GTA for the physics, though!

@SmaartAasSaabr: Actively engaging oneself in driving a Miata, carving up back roads and being nimble but safe in an urban environment, isn't the same as racing another of your idiot friends on a crowded freeway. There's your difference.