nebraxican
Nebraxican
nebraxican

You had me at “Cleveland”. That was the engine in my first-ever car (1970 Montego MX), but which I horribly neglected and ran into the ground all throughout my senior of high school, and to this day still kick myself about through the filter of hindsight provided by only seriously getting into cars just a few scant

NP strictly as an investment for camping and general outdoorsiness. Normally I run in terror from any shell that looks like it was made by B.A. Baracus in some barn, but this one is pushing all my right buttons (“80s Toyota! It can carry my bike! It can carry a boat!”) despite all the fundamental wrongness my rational

This is appalling to me on more than one level. By virtue of our income level, my daughter got next to nothing at her school in the way of financial aid despite being physically disabled, which is ultimately neither here nor there in retrospect.

But on top of this, as a foster/adoptive parent I have always been

I discovered Jethro Tull only around 1990, but they have always made some of my favorite driving music. “Bouree” is a damn near perfect driving song. Fight me.

I have owned two different straight-6 4.0 `98's...same basic thing at this, and they were both bulletproof. The first one I even walked away from getting hit nearly head-on by a Peterbilt on an iced-over highway.

Any other SUV-type and I would be would be worried about that mileage but dat Jeep and dat price are nice

My father was adopted, so I did an Ancestry DNA test to get a clearer understanding of my actual ethnic background in comparison to the one (Czech) that my dad embraced on the paternal side of my grandparents.

The results wound up revealing strong corroboration of a rumor long circulated on my mother’s side of the

The guy is a role model for all of us.

I worked for EDS in its post-GM, post-Perot years. It was a strange corporate culture, driven mostly by the attitudes of new-money Texas types from Plano, TX, who really didn’t seem to care whether EDS was an IT company or sold Band-Aids and ketchup, so long as they were pulling in enough money to keep their kids

I was NP’ing along until you got to that laundry list, but I might be a little biased since I just had to do an engine-out stator replacement on my Goldwing and wouldn’t relish another such task on another bike anytime soon. Push Start = Crack Pipe.

I can’t find the correct clip, but this whole situation reminds of the scene in the 1989 Batman movie where the Joker cuts in on the mayor’s TV press conference, saying he’s going to be giving away money at the Gotham birthday parade. The mayor tries to butt back in and the Joker simply pushes the Mayor’s video feed

Pinto for me. I had a `72 hatchback in college.

Good advice in this article. I was 27 when I parked my regular daily ride motorcycle (a GL1000) in the garage for roughly the next 17 years owing to the 1-2 punch of having kids and neither money or time to devote to the needed upkeep. When I picked back up on two wheels again (semi) regularly in my mid-40s I noticed

My kids got me one last year. Works exactly as advertised. Although this seems like a gag gift on the surface it is a surprisingly useful thing to have around.

My kids got me one last year. Works exactly as advertised. Although this seems like a gag gift on the surface it is

This article expresses what I think a lot of Trump’s appeal with his base comes down to: He is what they think being wealthy truly looks like; envisioning the concept, as it were, from the vantage point of being enamored by the sight of large cardboard Powerball checks, or latent memories of reading Scrooge

#rentalcarsmatter

CP. I’m guessing this was a trade-in towards the trucks this dealership normally deals with because the dealership’s owner’s eyes probably bugged out of his head at the prospect of owning a Ferrari...only to take possession of the thing without bothering to learn the first thing about owning or maintaining that

My daughter has been home from her first year of out-of-state undergrad for about three weeks now. No troubles so far. Dorm life has apparently taught her a thing or two about proactive tidying, and she has found a full-time job within bicycle distance of our home. Our biggest issue has been finding time to get her

My neighborhood grocery store has an excellent liquor selection which I unfortunately never purchase precisely because the store scans ID’s on all liquor sales rather than simply check your birthdate. They have had this system for three or four years now. I do not know if it’s Patronscan but I don’t like the idea

Earlier this month I bought a Honda ST1100, which uses a V4 engine. This prompted a good friend of mine to start rhapsodizing about that particular engine layout, how interesting it is, and why indeed does it not have more love in automotive applications? Said preaching included sending me a link to this same video of