I’d have walked out the door. I’m the paying customer and you do NOT tell me “No”. There’s always someone else out there that’s ready and willing to take my cash.
I’d have walked out the door. I’m the paying customer and you do NOT tell me “No”. There’s always someone else out there that’s ready and willing to take my cash.
My ‘78 Fairmont has a bitchin’ red velour interior :) .
Nice!
Dark blue Crown Vic, dark maroon (H-D calls it Merlot Sunglow) Road Glide Ultra, and a white ‘78 Fairmont with a delightful pimpdaddy red velour interior.
No. Just... no. Keep dreamin’, pal.
Well, that’s been my observations over many years. Just because you don’t like my opinions doesn’t mean I’m not entitled to it. I don’t play Political Correctness and I’m an equal opportunity offender.
You first.
Context, baby, context.
You’d be shocked by the number of morbidly obese people I see with those placards. Pisses me off to no end.
They keep driving like and they will be wheelchair-bound...
A precursor of impending doom perchance?
You choose the “safe” choice, I’ll choose the adventurous choice. And your comparision to a Camry? Seriously? You can stuff a serious RB under the hood of that Volare and have a blast, what are you going to stuff under the hood of a Camry? A ham sandwich?
Sweet justice!
Hell yea!
Nah, looks like Corbin Dallas’s neighborhood.
“Vaguely pizza-like substance”.
Yep... I’ve seen better.
Funny story... way back when (late 7o’s, early ‘80s?) I was setting the timing on one of my junkers and while holding the timing light I noticed that the fan didn’t seem to be moving, so I reached over to find out why... fortunately my fingers healed up well. Learned a bit more about strobes that day...
Around here (n.e. Ohio) they “seem” to be treated equally, altho one’s mileage may vary.
You have no sense of adventure. Besides, I lived through that era, cars weren’t nearly as unreliable as you think they were.