55 years on, the bowtie is gone and the happy couple aren't looking at the Southern Cross anymore, but at their checkbook. All good things must come to an end, I suppose - even if the '60 wasn't an unequivocal good thing its children rapidly became one. With each model tied to the last, it's one of the longer legacies…

I posted the slightly greenish version of this on a '63 Thunderbird earlier. Synchronicity.

By the time Fritz died in 1971, humans had already done taken a huge leap towards that goal.

You shouldn't have used the word "weird" in the headline - now all I can think is "Shoppers hate her! Learn how to crash a Tesla using her one weird trick..."

This is but the first day of the cube - there will be another day along shortly and two nights.

Even better - automatic steering line following. There's nothing like steering to distract you from driving.

A CVT, OTOH, as it removes shifts completely from the equation, is clearly the best tech for racing and the enabling of concentration.

By the same token, the AOTD assertion is that having an auto allows more concentration on other aspects of driving. Which, with shifting becoming second-nature to the experienced manual enthusiast (thus, not detracting either from the wheel *or* the mocha) and no need strength-wise to have both hands on the wheel at…

If one is in the former Eastern Bloc, however, the hinterlands support is likely to be a UAZ-452 series:

I'd half bet Stunt Chick is a more interesting person than ScarJo.

Lack of metallic snot green is why Ford is currently on my "stare at angrily" list.

The "it's a secret" approach is the worst. I know people who got flunked in their driving tests by an instructor sitting in stony silence and refusing to tell them what they got wrong.

I have that LEGO clown. Somewhere. I just realized I don't know where it's gotten to... shit. No way to ensure it's not in the same room in which I sleep.

I've seen what these go for ('63 Ranchero here): You probably couldn't buy all the Frontenac-specific trim parts for that (definitely not + that continental kit) so even if there's not much car (which there is), this is way NP for whichever insane bastard must have a Frontenac.

I love low-end cars. I love what low-end cars used to be. There was once an honest dignity about a cheap car that made it useful, easy to maintain, and classless. I love exposed screw heads and easily visible seams on things because that means if something needs tweaking or fixing, you can actually figure out what…

Is he really bitching about seeing a visible seam? Was he under the illusion that the car was hand-carved out of one perfect aged piece of wormwood by a Swiss craftsman? Is he the fucking Sultan Of Luxuristan, so refined and cultured he can't have his eyes violated by the sight of a seam?

Yep, laptop bag is a personal item - of course, it was at that time quite full/large. I'm just basing things on the standard that if I was about at the limits of what I could carry and got on, it's incongruous if the violinist wasn't and didn't.

I had the uku, a laptop bag, *and* a carryon, *and* a jacket on that flight, IIRC. No fucks were given. Perhaps at the US Airways gates in Frankfurt, there aren't any to *be* given.

I find this whole thing very odd, as I carried a Yamaha ukulele on a US Airways flight as recently as three years ago without issue. Unusually jackass gate operator and pilot, I guess.

Shit, you're onto me.