Nope, this:

It’s all semantics, man. You asked, “cab over what?” I answered. I dunno why you think you have to be right and assert that cab-over can mean only one thing. No one really gives a shit.

And actually, if we want to get all technical, cab-over engine applies to only one type of vehicle: American style cab-over big-rigs. American vans are actually engine in front of/engine inside cab. The aforementioned Ford Falcon Club Wagon is actually mid-engine with the engine in between and extending behind the…

Uh-huh. You’ll maybe notice the author did NOT say “cab-over engine” or “COE.” He said, “cab-over design.”

Practically-speaking, outside of motorsports and enthusiast blogs, no one cares where the engine is. Cab-over vehicles were developed in Europe for one purpose: to reduce turning radius for maneuverability in the tight confines of many European cities. They put the engine wherever they could put it, the important…

Cab over front axle. That’s what it has always meant...

That makes no fucking sense. New Balance...? What are you even talking about?

I am no fan of any corporation, but my next vehicle is definitely gonna be a Mazda now. Granted, I was already leaning that way... Regardless, thank you Mazda! Good to see some companies trying to find ways of helping. Like Disney offering furloughed employees the opportunity to stock grocery store shelves. Every…

You know, when you’re paying with credit, another K doesn’t matter much.

This guy knows shit.

I’m more about time/period-appropriate as opposed to “Car X should always have engine Y no matter what decade it’s from!” Like, if I were restomoding a ‘61 T-bird, I may upgrade the 390 FE & Cruise-o-matic transmission to something more modern (like a Ford SOHC “Boss” truck engine), but it would still be a V8 for a…

Audi too. Fuck modernity.

I have such a goofy nostalgic thing for those sorts of stripes. I call ‘em “Ramblin’ Rootbeer Stripes” (in my head, never out loud) because I’m old and my formative years happened amidst the backdrop of brown, red, yellow and orange.  

Counterpoint to that noise: Scothgard. Also, wash your funky self.

Brilliant! And this, gents and some ladies, is why I still stop by this ad-clogged hell-hole.

Some people dig status brands and/or shiny chrome grilles, some dig big stupid wheels wrapped with chintzy bits of sidewall, some dig fart can exhausts, some dig stereo systems they spend thousands on only to achieve a ground-shaking buzz of bass, some dig gigantic trucks they use for commuter and grocery-shopping purp…

Yeah, this was all I needed after John Prine died. Bloody hell...this aging shit is for the birds.

I got a ‘61 T-bird hardtop for ya! No rust, not much fuckery, leaky transmission.

I get it, man. There was a time when we were all too busy living in the here and now to even consider the possibility that future folks might give some shits about our failed projects.

Man...I come here specifically to not read or think about rich old evil creepers.