nebraxican
Nebraxican
nebraxican

NP strictly for the utility. $2950 is “Why the hell not?” money, comparable to what you’d pay for a reliable used ATV with a winch and plow setup while forsaking the amenities of, say, heat, radio, and a roof while you’re plowing your driveway or yard. And this is 4WD with manual. Proper tires and/or chains would make

NP all day. (Insert Blues Brothers paraphrasing here)

I had had a motorcycle license since the age of 13, but 14 was the first time I got behind the wheel of a car; my mother’s 1983 Toyota Camry. I drove the car from the convenience store at one end our street to our house, which was located on the other end. The street was concave, so I didn’t even use the gas but just

One year I was coming back to Albuquerque, NM on a family road trip in our 1999 Honda Civic, had just crossed the border between Colorado and New Mexico and drove into the town of Raton, which was a customary stop for me, being well-experienced in getting around on different points of I-25, and so with the fuel light

Seconded. I just replaced the Hauppauge tuner on my Win 10 desktop and this works perfectly fine for my recording needs. The only thing I don’t like is the loss of Windows Media Center as an interface (it was phased out after Windows 8.1), and so it’s probably worth setting up a Win 7 PC just to get that back. Or

I was in Marine boot camp when this came out and one of my drill instructors bought one. I remember watching him pull up to the barracks occasionally in it and thought it looked pretty good for the time, but the design hasn’t aged that well, to say nothing of the relatively underpowered mill.

Nice Price, but I cast this vote as the exception rather than the rule. I remember when this came out in the U.S. and I wanted one so bad in comparison to my then-daily rider Suzuki FA50, so this is pure nostalgic indulgence. I’d buy it, talk incessantly to my kids about how great it is, and hardly ever ride it

I feel it too. I’ve got a 1983 XL600 which I have nicknamed “the Croc” as a reminder to myself that if I let my concentration waver around this thing for even a second it’s going to jump up and bite my leg off.

Pay off the mortgages on my properties, possibly buy another house for a new residence but keep the family homestead and manage it as a rental. Pay my brother’s student loans off. Set up a retirement allowance for my mother and my in-laws. Commit myself to living on an annual allowance in the low six-figure range,

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Excellent piece. It articulates exactly what I’ve observed over the years in the decline of quality, and why I was never all that keen on showing The Elmo Show Sesame Street to my kids despite the fact that it was a cornerstone of my own early childhood...

I stopped reading at “agoraphobia”. It’s a serious condition, but hardly a newsworthy one.

I just happened to adopt a 9-year-old boy/4th grader this summer. I could have definitely used this for our trip to the Grand Canyon last month, but okay. Thanks, Obama!

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BWAHAHA “Foiled by manual transmission” car theft stories never get old.

(Raises guilty hand sheepishly). This was totally me when the financial realities of undergrad made it apparent that I could no longer casually drop that $50 a month on new books like I did in high school and late teens. When the manager of the local store finally confronted me and said he could tolerate it no longer

Atlas Sold (a bunch of kitsch)

...photos of the former Secretary of State checking her email whilst wearing sunglasses almost kind of looks like anti-Hillary propaganda.

Myself being born in 1970, Liz has haunted me throughout the ages. Damnwattawoman...

Basically, it's the socioeconomic opposite of this:

When this song come on the radio every twenty minutes, prompting my wife to turn it up to 11 and sing along at the top of her lungs, this is exactly what my face looks like too.