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I think the Opel GT had the best system. Totally mechanical actuated by a lever beneath the dash. So long as you maintained it properly (lubrication) it performed flawlessly. Style wise it was also a big winner.

Reference mechanical fuel injection, it appeared on production cars much, much earlier, i.e. Mercedes Benz 300SL in 1954. Other examples are out there.

As noted in an earlier post by me, this has already been done back in the late 70’s - early 80’s. I think it was FoMoCo.

I have been severely disabled due to a military accident. Although it has never been an issue, I wonder what my options/situation would be if I am asked to perform a field sobriety test. Stone sober I lurch around like a drunken sailor and can’t walk a straight line to save my life. Do they have alternate tests? FWIW,

Damn that Tiger is beautiful in a solid industrial design way.

I am the proud and satisfied owner of a 2007 Solstice. Every curve and surface is a joy to behold and run your hands over. I actually enjoy waxing the car as it gives me an excuse to “fondle” my baby. And, oh those headrests!

1932 Duesenberg SJ: 0-60 - 10 sec.; 0-100 - sec. Top speed - 129 mph. I couldn’t find a figure for the 1/4 mile but I don’t suppose that was a performance criteria in 1932. I further doubt that any current owner is interested in doing full on acceleration tests today.

FWIW, most cars are equipped with an internal combustion engine. Some (and more every day) have electrical motors. This may be nitpicking but clarity in descriptive words (nouns) is, while not essential, still very desireable in order to convey your actual meaning. None of ten examples are motors.

A few years back an American automobile company, which I believe was Ford, introduced brakelights that modulated in intensity and frequency when the brakes were applied, going progressively brighter and faster the more radical the speed reduction. Same principle. I’m fairly certain it was in production for at least a

Saw a news article on TV the other day about Combat Vets asking for consideration when it comes to fireworks. When I got back from Vietnam in 1967 I was one of many who had this problem. Over the years it has moderated a lot but I still get a little shaky by the end of the 4th of July festivities. Will people actually

FWIW, I owned a 1977 Citroen CX2000 while living in Germany. I can say without reservations that it was the best car I have ever owned. Not the fastest, not the most comfortable (actually I think it was) and certainly had little cachet with my fellow Americans but it saved my life in a horrific crash with a

I currently own two fourth cars; a 2003 Porsche 911 Cabrio (My wife’s) and a 2007 Pontiac Solstice. My first car is nominally a 2007 Cadillac STS but it gets driven less than either of the other two simply because it isn’t all that much fun to drive. Comfortable certainly. Relatively good gas mileage not withstanding.

I cannot believe that this is in any way a positive thing. Destroying anything for the sake of destruction isn’t only Nhillist, it is also counter productive and in your own self interest and self preservation, it can come back and bite you in the ass. Seriously, what kind of ass wipe are you? Are you satisfied that

Uh, no. “My” Valley Forge was crammed full of nearly 2K Marines and sailors. The whole damned ship smelled like a locker room. I and a couple of other Marines ended up sneaking up topside and sleeping on a catwalk under the flight deck near the bow. It was great until we got into a respectable blow and found most of

Back in the barn storming days (late 30’s) my Grandad flew with another guy from Wichita, KS to Long Beach, CA. When they landed in Albuquerque, NM they both noticed that the roll to a stop happened pretty quickly but thought nothing more of it. Next day when they took off, the prevailing winds were out of the west

When they first came out I thought to myself, “hmm, not bad for a Ford.” Then a year or so later I went for a ride with a fellow who chewed Day’s Work and spit in various paper and plastic containers all over the car. There was dried brown spit on every surface inside that car. The smell was disgusting as well.

In 1966 I was a Marine PFC stationed at Camp Pendleton, CA. I had an old beater 55 Chevy with the stovebolt six and three on the tree. Literally burned two quarts of oil to every tank of gas. I couldn’t a station sticker for my car so I couldn’t legally drive it on base. So, one Saturday coming back from LA, I got off

Sell it through Hemmings. They have whole sections of their classifieds that are dedicated to non-running or parts cars. Sold a failed project 56 Chrysler that way. Got about 35% of my total investment back. I was glad to get that much.

In the summer of 1972 my new wife and I went for a cruise just at dusk with my faithful Triumph TR3B. Lovely night with just a slight breeze wafting the scent of sage and desert across the winds around San Bernardino. Like most 25 year olds, we were constantly horny. We went to a nice restaurant on a ridge overlooking

I made a race car bed for my grandson. He loved it from day one. My wife and I considered “using” it but decided that our days with a twin bed were too far in the past. My son is a gearhead like his dad. He told me one evening after a few tokes that he and his wife had tried it out and pronounced it exceptional.