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1995 Mercedes-Benz E300 Diesel. (File photo.) This would have been summer 2003 in Chattanooga, Tenn. I did the test with the windows down because I was afraid the aircon would sap too much power from the engine going uphill. I lost one point in scoring for engaging my left turn signal *too early* on the way back to

Ramcharger? I don’t even know ‘er.

Perhaps not to you, but a quasi-triangular torso (broad shoulders, tight waist) has been the ideal in conventional male attractiveness for a long time.

XV10 Camry. Especially the facelifted 1995/1996 models. Not even kidding.

It’s big pumpkin, raisin’ Gs.

Didn’t we already do the Five Hundred? Or is it so ‘meh’ that I can’t remember whether it was previously covered or not?

The canted dashboard, like nearly all canted dashboards, looks heinously ugly.

Seattle City Light supplies hydroelectric power.

Or fish.

Maybe he’s beat deaf?

The failures are widespread, but explanations are far and few between.

Should have checked his tire pressure first.

I sank about $1300 in unscheduled maintenance and repairs into a 2013 Smart Fortwo (one owner, low miles, well maintained) over a ten-month period from autumn 2015 to summer 2016. Now I drive a Honda Fit, both older and higher in miles, that has required one-tenth the maintenance costs of the Smart over an equivalent

I’ve had a black Smart Fortwo and a silver Honda Fit. BORING. But I bought them both used so I didn’t really have much control over color choice. The Honda would be Milano Red or Tidewater Blue if I’d bought it new.

I mean, “Shadow of the Day” is an OK song.

Is that a bad thing?

Rhymes with ‘rogue’.

I’m sorry but I didn’t see any tears.

Just like a Chrysler turbine car.

But driving is sometimes fun...