I cannot possibly vote for this objectively. I had a grey ‘87 in high school and college that was so much like this one it hurts to see. I loved that truck literally to death. Seriously, when I finally traded it (knowing full well it was probably going to its death) I hugged the thing goodbye.
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Buy both. Get the soft top for the track and the RF for the weekend. Done.
I have used a spark plug cleaner. Those things are magical.
My mom has our grandparents’ 1983 300TD wagon. Some day I will fight my brother to the death for it. I could be convinced to give him one of my kids for it instead.
I voted a very reluctant NP. It’s an endorsement of the price, not the car.
Brake-checking is positively my worst habit as a driver. By a mile. It is childish and stupid. Worse yet, I’ve had some positive reinforcement for doing it, like people actually apologizing after (proving they’re better human beings than I am) or the one guy whose coffee spilled all over his lap.
I understand. But track car != race car. ‘Track car’ suggests HPDE-like ‘track days.’ Those are meant to be accessible and are not wheel-to-wheel competition. So, with a few exceptions (like convertibles), you can usually take a totally stock car out onto a great track.
I don’t think it’s a ‘think of the children’ plea. She’s listing the reasons they have an inexpensive car. The original post suggests some level of snobbery going on. ‘Hahaha, dumb car poors!’
A ‘track car’ is any car you take to the track. It does not imply that said car has a guaranteed list of modifications. Replacing the seat(s) is a very individual choice.
I sure do. Thank you. It was a shitbox at any rate.
I’m so glad my dad will never see this. The internet is a scary, mystical land to the elderly.
This just feels like a tantrum either from the hard-liners in Iran, or at least to appease them.
A friend of mine has a ‘96 Grand Sport. As long as I don’t look inside, it is absolutely gorgeous.
Tyler, I keep seeing the A-10 being compared to the F-35. Of course, as you’ve pointed out, that’s ridiculous and the reasons are quite transparent.
I am almost certain that I saw this car on the road in Ann Arbor when I lived there. Somebody will dash my dreams by telling me it never actually worked.
WHY DO WE NOT HAVE VOLUNTEER GLIDER SQUADRONS?!
I think probably my favorite personal story of automotive misery is a 1993 Ford Explorer that my wife and I had when we were first married. It was seven years old, which really isn’t very old.
Tomorrow:
This and the Corvette ‘Indy’ concept were the stuff of my childhood dreams. I was a weird kid, so by ten, I was pretty sure I wanted to be an aerodynamicist. Then this car came out and I was like, ‘omg everything has already been done and they don’t need me any more!’