You know your stuff, man. My brother (that’s him in the pic from around 1973 or so) corrected me yesterday, it was indeed a 63.

In the 70s, my dad ran a body shop, and had a 62 Chevy tow truck, this gorgeous working girl:

Holy shit, did you leave out the part where a piano fell on you?

Also reminiscent of my “tighten it til it starts to strip, then back off a quarter-turn” approach to fasteners.

“She’s not a hooker, she’s a call girl!”

I see you and raise you this sweetheart:

Ordered, I love it already. I the shuttle it comes with seems to be too small, have to address that.

You are quite good at manly, but not always easy is it? Observe, study and be manly! Grah!

Hate- HATE- the huge center touchscreen. In cars you need controls that stay in one place and provide tactile feedback to the driver- I can operate every button and switch in my POS Elantra without taking my eyes off the road. A touchscreen requires you to look at it to find what you want. And that thing is going to…

I wish I had a relative who could pull a cool move like that. *hat tip*

We are as one, my friend. 

I... forgot what I was going to say.

Pff, you colossal nerd.

I’ve never heard the term “housing it” used like this. Is it a regional thing? It’s pretty cool, very evocative.

I see what you did there.

“Trailer? I hardly know 'er!"

Do not- DO NOT- fucking take off your shoes at work. Nobody wants to smell your rank-ass feet-stank.

Do not- DO NOT- fucking take off your shoes at work. Nobody wants to smell your rank-ass feet-stank.

You’re not the boss of me.