It’s lazy. Lends to character of owner and raises suspicion about other things that might have been neglected.

My dad had the exact same car.  It was his DD in NYC until I came around.  He blames me for existing, I blame him for giving it up before I could get my mitts on it.

Don’t become viande a pnu (tire meat) as drivers in Paris are homicidal maniacs. The Metro is terrific, and you can easily get by without much French, but you should know some just for common courtesy.

288,000 on a 94 Altima. A tree fell on it, ending it’s life, otherwise I figured it was still good for at least another 100k.

“Sorry, my ID burned up in the fire.”

shit, that is exactly what I’m looking for.  Fly, buy, drive.

Sidepipes on everything.

I don’t have enough bad words for these infants.

I’m 10 minutes from the shore, this would make a great kooky beach bus for me and my friends.  NP

screams for a Partridge Family Giger paint job

Those aftermarket horns...

can I drop an LS3 in there?

One of a kind, special edition = MSRP + $10,000

“New car.  Who this?”

funky metallic dark blue. Nothing fancy, very simple; found it to be a very reliable dogmobile and comfortable highway cruiser.  Transmission killed it @ 230k.

Check my Vector, Victor. Absolutely bonkers.

18.9 miles away from me.  far too close for my liking.

Angus loves his Windstar