Yes, the optics are really, really bad when you spell it out, and I’ll probably get flamed out for defending something here...

Oil Change.

Dude was not expecting the video to blow up like this. Hope he doesn’t end up with an inflated ego. I never get tired of this stuff. 

In 1999 I bought a 1991 Corvette (obnoxious teal with a 6-speed) with less than 60k miles. It was a great car, but I got married and I also had my 1968 Cutlass, so I had to sell it and get something a bit more practical for having a kid. (And I will NEVER sell my Cutlass).

As soon as I got a house with a two-car garage, I went out and got the second car for it. Pretty happy with it. 1980 Triumph Spitfire and 1968 Oldsmobile Cutlass:

Smaller than my Spitfire or no?

The free Leaf kind of makes sense once you commit to a 10-year car note with a monthly payment so high you can’t afford the $3+/gallon gas for the Titan. You’re gonna need to just drive the Leaf a couple of years as your sole transportation to the store to buy off-brand cereal that comes in a bag.

Triumph Spitfire owner here. Buy it.

I feel like we missed a huge opportunity here for the headline to be “Dogs of Lordstown”

And I thought it was only the prices on used Malibus that had gone through the roof.

Here it is hanging out in Norfolk, VA near Nauticus. Was able to grab a pic on my lunch break.

Great. Now I will never be able to drive my Loldsmobile Clutlass without giggling. Going to stick to my Trilumph Spiltfire.

It just got here to Norfolk near where I work. I’ll try to snap a pic.

I bought my 1968 Cutlass when I was in college in 1995 (still have it today). Part of the reason I bought it was to learn to wrench. One of the first things I did was order a set of headers because everyone told me that was the cool thing to do. It looked simply enough. Unbolt the manifolds, get rid of the old exhaust…

Right up there on the list of things that sucked about 1980's GM. Pile on with the fact that most of the seats were vinyl and you were wearing shorts so you wouldn’t die of heatstroke, meaning you ended up having to peel your burnt skin off of the seats over and over.

Gotta respect that we discovered the one guy who can’t find crack in Arkansas.

The Key Lime plane got hit by the orange plane. Smoothie.

Similar story, opposite proportions: My wife and I were going to my parents to do Thanksgiving dinner in our ‘00 Sable wagon (RIP our ‘00 Sable wagon, gone too soon, but protected my wife in a glorious wreck). We had made a really cool red, white and blue strawberry/blueberry/whipped cream pie and set it atop the…

YES. Virginia Beach area here. This pic was snapped by a friend of a friend in the area and is making the rounds big time. It’s real. I’m in disbelief. Not one of my friends has admitted to panic-buying gas, yet somehow there are lines into the street at all the gas stations. I can’t believe we are this dumb. I. Just.…

1965 Corvair convertible. I gave up on keeping the lower shields on the engine as I had to keep taking them off. It fouled spark plugs like nobody’s business. It loved to vapor lock. It leaked enough oil that I carried a flat pan with me to put under it when I parked. Surprisingly, it never slung its fan belt.