Yes.

Light in the leotard

Oh no you wouldn’t. My dad had a 74 and it was like driving your living room. Any change of direction suggested with the steering wheel was largely ignored. This was probably just as well since the combination quick steering and a gelatinous suspension would have quickly landed you in the passenger seat. Luckily it…

Bonus: one look at it and citizens give you wide berth on the street and never park within swinging distance of your doors.

Way back a friend had a 62 Imperial. An interior the size a ballroom which is what it drove like. The push button transmission and rectangular steering wheel were just way too cool.

Ditto for a 74 vette I drove. It also had side pipes in addition to a gutless engine, window sill at eye level and being impossible to see any part of the car beyond the windshield. Couldn’t wait to park it.

Hideous. Just hideous.

I read the story to see what could possibly look like a cigar stuck between some bricks but isn’t one because, well, that’s what it looks like. Imagine my surprise.

I first drove stick in a red 1965 Mustang convertible. A busboy at the restaurant I was managing had bought the car for $500 (this was 1972). Through very broken English he asked me if I could drive the car home from where he bought it since he still didn’t have his license yet. I, being the nice guy I am, said yes.…

I drove one of these back in the day. This was not a car that would come close to any of those attributes.

I look at at this and all I can picture in this car is a 75 year old guy who bought this car when it was new and who now lives in it with the remains of his life which is old newspapers, Burger king wrappers and cigarette butts. Way too depressing to look at for 5k. CP

She’s 76 years old I think you can cut her some slack. She held up quite well for many years. What sort of wheezing sack do you think you will look like at that age?

Fail. Not one single undulating silhouette of large breasted female. Very unBond.

Their girlfriends Crystal and Methany were devastated by the news of their passing.

Whoa. Some Clonidine, a little B12, a chill spot with some mellow music and wait for the trip to be over.

I own a 1990 Touring Sedan with the 3.8L engine. For its time it was the best handling American car of its size. The plastic bits are starting to crumble but the 3.8L still strong gives all with its 165hp.

I got my license in one of these. Dark green, black vinyl top and camel interior. Was street racing it a few days later. 60's was fun.

I never thought I would never see the word ‘style’ used to describe an ‘84 Corolla. This looks to be as fun to drive as it would to be to chug bong water.

Poor girl! She has a prolapsed uterus!

The first car that I ever had that could be considered a sports car was a 1976 2002. The first time I took it around a curve I knew that this was how the steering on every car should be. The car went exactly where you pointed it and you could feel everything going on with the tires. A revelation.