GM Executives are notorious for refusing to take a backseat to anyone.

Honestly for me, it would be writing about them. Sadly, I don’t think I could make what I’m making now if I made that switch.

I am proud to announce that I have subscribed to Kinja’s FSC (Full-service Commenting) program! Sure, the software isn’t totally cooked yet, but I don’t have to waste my time typing comments anymore! Here’s my fully automated comment to this story:

I can’t. I just can’t. I recognize that an example like this in this kind of condition is rare and interesting to a lot of people, and I respect whoever decides to pony up the cash and love this car, but... just... no.

I hear his explanation, but we still can’t be sure that the roof didn’t just fall off.

Up until now, Lincoln only had to worry about attacks from the Ford theater. 

Here’s a pretty good deterrent:

My first memory (at least the oldest one stored in my 46-year-old brain) is sitting in my dad’s lap, steering his 1970 Buick Skylark convertible into the parking lot at preschool. I loved that car. (Yellow with a tan top). I was so upset when he traded it.

Gleezbod the Commander: Very important. When delivering our ship to the launch point, do not use Earth Interstate 93.

I have wanted a 1966 Chevelle since I was a kid. Now they are getting less plentiful and unrestored examples are inching out of my price range. Plus I don’t want to let go of my three other cars.

I have it on good authority you better get the hell out of that quadrant before the Tholians finish their web.

I bought a 1994 Trans Am after falling in love with it at first sight. It was a 6-speed with light modifications (headers, skip-shift eliminator, oil cooler) and I daily drove it for a couple of years. I kept up with basic maintenance as best I could, keeping the oil fresh and changing out some minor parts here and…

Maury: Mr. Bumblebee, you are... NOT the father!

WHY?!

There wasn’t a dry abdomen in St. Louis that entire year! It was a rare sight when Nathaniel “Dry Belly” Lintcoffer missed a start for the first time ever because he refused to leave his house.

I too believe that it’s okay to have a good screw out in the open. Let everyone see!

I will not dispute the baseball prowess of the great Bobson Dugnutt, but to me he will always be “the man who failed to pry a line drive ball out of the jaws of an angry lion.” The world lost interest in Bobson Dugnutt that day. Mike Truk, on the other hand, he was one hell of a baseballer AND locomotive puller.

My great uncle Hironomus “Horseshoes” Bridge was in attendance at the Great Baseball War and can bear testimony to the absolute bludgeon machine that was “Chubs” Rockney. Hironomus himself lost his entire left arm when a piece of Chauncey “Candlefingers” Ridgemiddle’s skull flew into the spectator’s area and cleaved…

He was good, but he was no Spanks Fairclothes. He once threw out 27 basemen in a single 34-inning game on a field made entirely of mollusk shells. That was when baseball was a real game.

This is like suing Hasbro because your GI Joe didn’t come with plastic clips for its plastic rifle.