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Handing her the trophy/tchochke thingie, I’m kind of surprised Trump’s skin didn’t start to blister and hiss like some vampire at the end of a Hammer horror movie.

Gag Halfrunt, anybody?

I had an `87 with a 5-speed and which got something like 39 mpg. I bought an automatic `99 Civic after that which ran like a champ but I could never fully get over the fact that its mileage was never quite as good as that little old red breadbox.

3rd Grade is a completely different place, mentally, than when my daughter was in 9th grade and a lot better adjusted for this type of material.

I said they were seizure-like, not seizures per se. It’s important, medically, to make that distinction.

When my daughter was 13 she manifested symptoms of a certain type of epilepsy, but we were able to get her seizures under control pretty quickly with low dose medicine.

This is some great perspective, and particularly the part about confidence building from learning how vehicles actually work.

As my old gearhead dad used to put it, “Just step on the gas and listen to the POS flush”.

I’m in my late 40s now and I didn’t learn to drive stick until I was 22. One night prior to this I was at a bar and was hitting it off with this woman around my own age. Things were going well enough that she invited me back to her place. She wasn’t willing to ride on my motorcycle, and asked me to drive her car since

Anytime I buy a new (or used) car and am driving it away from the seller, I have this inexplicable insistence on taking it through a fast-food drive thru during that first drive of it being my car. It doesn’t matter whether it’s Taco Bell, Burger King, etc. It doesn’t matter whether I’m legitimately even hungry or

I grew up in Santa Fe, but live in Albuquerque now, and have observed the ebb and flow of this enthusiastic “discovery”for 35 years now. In middle age I find I am awash with an unexpected sense of territorial provincialism, and I wish these kinds of people would just go away, back to their coastal enclaves. On the

This is definitely “agree to disagree” territory with myself and my wife. I’ve always been pro- and she has been mostly anti-, excepting a few shining moments of consensus (she even bought me a semi-auto pistol, completely out of the blue, for Christmas about 10 years back). Recent tragedies like the Parkland shooting

License and registration, please. Do you know why I pulled you over today? Because you’re a rolling crack pipe.

I wanted to vote NP solely for the mill and <Insert Blues Brothers cop car quote here>, but the AC and heat issues are giving me too many flashbacks over an `83 Capri I had with a 302 but similar problems

Last week I was putting a new front tire on my Shovelhead. Somewhere on the floor of the garage I had misplaced the locking nut which, with a bolt, affixed the front caliper to the fork. No big deal. I’ll either find the nut on the floor or replace it. In the meanwhile let’s get the wheel and axle all back into place

I’ve been applying this method with my youngest son for a few weeks now, and it seems moderately successful:

Me: “Come on into the kitchen so we can fight about what you’re going to take to school for lunch today.”

Him: “Why are we going to fight?”

Good article, but I have to nitpick about what’s depicted in the lead photo. Those big cylindrical things both on and off the circuit board are capacitors, not batteries.

There is certainly a robust car culture up there. When my dad died my brother and I used CL to sell off 22 cars in various states of running order from his farm in Nebraska. Most of the vehicles went out locally, but there was this one guy from Montana who saw our ads and immediately sent us a 50% deposit on PayPal

Good advice all around. I have been DM’ing a 1st Edition campaign since November for my daughter and nephews, all teenagers, and have found myself organically applying much of what this article spells out to keep things more interesting than whatever’s happening on their phones (which aren’t allowed at the gaming

I’ve had two Capris: `81 2-liter and an `83 RS with a 4-speed 5-liter . They were okay, and I say only “okay” because it was patently obvious they were just rebadged Mustang platforms from the period.