1929 Ford Model A Tudor

“Long odds be damned, you’re buying lottery tickets where the drawing is held by tiny, dehydrated-to-the-point-of-near-mummification speed freaks whipping the shit out of enormous meat robots bred for nothing but two minutes of win-or-die speed.”

My vote for the best sentence in the history of Adequate Man.

Did they make as much money as I imagine them making? If I ever decide to shed my morals I’m going to open up a one-stop shop: buy here pay here automobiles, we buy gold, pay-day loan pawn and liquor emporium.

So all poor people are now “ghetto-ass”?
Have you considered not being such a prick?

If you are paying cash, aren’t all places buy here, pay here?

I have no problem with sandals in the proper locale. Like at the beach. But socks and sandals ought to be a Federal offense.

Have you EVER driven a car or truck with manual steering?

That might be one of those things where it is “Use them when prudent.” FLA rain is harsher than MI rain (but nothin’ lasts forever, in the cold November Rain.)

I would rise the flag every time I see a TVR attempting to make a turn.

ITT: a bunch of people who went to really shitty mechanics instead of taking the very little amount of time and effort necessary to do their research. I cannot for the life of me understand someone who would willingly take their car to a shop they have never heard anything about previously. The dealer stories are kind…

HONK HONK HONK

As a former Winnipegger, I am very happy for the city to have something like this to celebrate.

he lifted the hood, and we stared into an empty space. "Well there is the problem," I said, "someone stole the engine."

That is BMW!

Desktop technician here. I get the same thing all the time.

"What's it going to take to put you in this car today?"

If you are never leaving the airport, LAX isn’t too bad.

If you are actually trying to get to LA, John Wayne. Every time.

how to get away with broken turn signals:

I don't have any really horrible experiences since I just walk if things are getting really bad. Lots of awful stuff but it's all been able to be dealt with by going to another dealer or just brute forcing through...so I'll just post this fun story of salesman incompetence again since people seem to enjoy it:

Agreed. My cattle dog is so intense that when he came back from the vet high on ketamine from getting stitches after a fight he picked, he wandered around the house attempting to growl out of every window while wobbling like a drunk fool. I was like, dude, chill, I can keep an eye on things without you, you're a dog.