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I, too, am having difficulty believing the e-mail isn’t trolling. Not because I don’t believe people like “Nancy” exist, but because I fail to imagine a scenario where such a person would stray far enough away from Fox News-sanctioned portions of the internet to read one of Mr. Harriot’s articles, comprehend it

$10K for a 2008 535i from a Buy Here Pay Here dealer seems like a way to financial ruin.

I believe you neglected the 1979 Chevrolet Camaro Apocalypse Now! edition. It came in Huey green with a red interior, included an eight-track of Wagner’s Ride of the Valkyries, a rack for a surf board, and the rear bumper was emblazoned with “Smells like victory!”

Good grief. I’ve been through that town a few times on the way to and from Kent State. I wish I could be surprised by this, but I’m not. After all, I’m currently in a nearby small town where someone likes to play his “Dixie” horn. So, no, that highway is never far away.

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May I take a second to remind everyone that NASCAR evidently thought this was a valid rendition of the Star Spangled Banner? It’s not Army of Northern Virginia Battle Flag bad, but it’s still horrendous.

I only recently got FM6 with an XBox One bundle a couple months ago, then FM5 was an XBox Gold game, so I’m already having trouble with any sort of social life. Oh, I picked up a copy of Dirt Rally as well. Now FM7? And here I thought most of my game playing days were behind me. (I had thought GT Sport may get me to

I was expecting something more like this.

Regarding Honda, I owned a 1990 Accord sedan and 2000 Accord coupe, and helped my parents buy a 2002 Accord sedan which they still daily. I also owned a few shares Honda stock.

Whatever her reasoning, she correctly identified that the person is, indeed, a fucking idiot.

I was in my teens when this aired, and it did have an effect. The scenes I most remember, however, aren’t those of explosions nor the more graphic depictions of the aftermath. Rather, I more clearly remember the characters watching the missiles launch, realizing that it’s actually happening, and life as they know it

Get a garage. Fill it with:

A while back I had to do a life rebuild after a layoff, nasty hiking accident, botched surgery, old car’s engine needing a rebuild, and life in general biting ungulates. I happened to find an Accord Coupe for a good price. Despite its being an Accord, not many people seemed to want a four cylinder midsize coupe, so I

I can’t answer as I’ve never owned one, either, but have always wanted to take a roadtrip to the American Southwest and cruise through the desert, soaking up the sun in a convertible. I almost bought one, once, when I was 16, as my uncle restored vintage Mustangs and had a line on a good deal for a ‘66. I didn’t even

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Next time add Knightriders for a triple feature.

So do I. There’s a lot of cynicism in these comments, but in 2012 I test drove every car I could find that I felt would be a reliable, somewhat engaging, year-round fairly long distance commuter with a manual transmission. I was probably as surprised as anyone that I wound up buying a Mazda 3, especially as I had been

I’ve always wanted a dark green sports (or at least sporty car), especially “British Racing Green,” because even saying those words makes me feel somewhat cool. But the fickle color palate of public opinion has made it difficult.

Since we’re thinking what kind of car shopping we could do with that kind of money, Carmax has a slew of fairly low mileage S2000s for $26-28K. It may be marginally more impractical than that Civic Type R, but I’ll guess that an S2000 at least comes close to it for fun and engagement, and you don’t have to feel

Recently I helped my parents list a 4Runner for sale. I was astounded by how many people asked if we’d take x amount per month or week. So, at least in the area in which I live, a whole lot of people expect that.

How about a Mazdaspeed 3, if you can find one that hasn’t been badly abused? I’m not sure what insurance would be on one, however.

Oh, man. My first car—for a week—was a brown AMC Matador. A friend of my dad’s was selling it, so I got it with the provision that I could return it after a week or so. The thing rattled everywhere, the headlights pointed in two different but similarly useless directions, and the wipers would turn on or off when going