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Thanks to COVID, I end up eating in my car when I’m on a road trip (said road trips are typically to a race track where I’m working as a corner marshal). And in most of those situations I park somewhere to eat. But if I hit McDonald’s, I usually get something that can be eaten while driving. Their regular cheeseburger

With one of these cars, a malfunction light isn’t necessarily a CEL.  Speaking from a little experience, as I own a ‘02 E320 which once in a blue moon throws ABS and ESP/BAS warning lights at me.

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I’ll see your Morgan, and raise you Ronnie James Dio and Yngwie Malmsteen...

As a 53yo, I spend a lot of time listening to classic rock radio. I have to admit it felt a little strange the first time I heard, say, Def Leppard’s “Photograph” on a classic rock station, given that I was in junior high when Pyromania dropped. Guess I’m getting old....

My wife, who is one of the smartest people I know, asks me, “Why do they put those signs there? Deer can’t read.”

I kinda like them too. At once I owned a few of their albums, but the only one I still have is Toys In The Attic.

I’ll bet after your first ride, you’ll be itching to get Back In The Saddle.

I’d still hit it.

I knew you’d be fawning over my pun prowess. :)

Fahren wir etwas!

I’ve never owned a Cavalier (or any other J-body) myself, but your experience seems fairly typical.  Yes, the cars were built to a price point and it shows, but they just keep on going.

It was Amazing how much space we had once we cleared all that out.

Articles like this one usually inspire a series of bad puns.  I’m not about to buck that trend.

My first thought was an E63 wagon.

Really? I pretty much forgot about them after hearing Get A Grip in its entirety.  The only good thing about that album is that the videos from it put Alicia Silverstone on the map.

It’s a good time to buy a Harley once you’ve gotten your Last Child out of the house...

In a previous life I worked in an HR department and whenever someone had a birthday, they would find their cubicle “trashed”. Usually we just strew shredded paper all over the place. Mine was ESPECIALLY trashed when my 30th came around.

That one took me a moment...

Or maybe she was listening to some bee-bop. :)