Yeah, I manage to stay out of pileons by writing long, detailed and kinda boring comments. You may have been right, but making a short declaration stating your beliefs is a surefire way of being called out for them. That’s also what I did regarding the French universal healthcare, and I even managed to convince…

I do that in the comments section for free at the moment.

It’s still a fine line to walk. I’m not in the auto field but we keep getting emails reminding us that only the marketing department is allowed to talk to the press.

There’s no “back” in a Renault 5 turbo, that’s the engine bay!

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Hey Matt, fellow engineer here. I just love the way you write. It’s entertaining, and yet concise and accurate. The fact that you went for the patent is very much to my liking. Have you been involved in certification? Anyway, keep up the good work!

I’ve never heard this nickname for the 4cv. Wikipedia says it was nicknamed “la motte de beurre” (the butter lump, because of its shape and the color yellow from Afrikakorps surplus paint of the first models) or “la 4 pattes” (the 4 legs).

I fully support this idea. I bet some of the participants’ stories would be awesome material (Swedish dude who seems to have a million crazy projects going, luxobarges lover who can compete with David Tracy on the rust front, the ultimate modified Peugeot 205 CTI “sleeper” ...)

This actually worked. Huh, who knew?

Fix up the old gall and take her to Le Mans Classic (as a visitor). Going to Le Mans sounds like a big deal if you’re American, but if you live in France it’s not. It’s getting a Californian 280Z and fixing it up that is the challenge.

I was going to write something about how stupid this endeavour is, and how I love it, but your comment is much better than anything I could have written.

Top Gun isn’t about reality. It’s about ‘80s Navy propaganda that got me hooked on machines that go fast.

I know someone who wanted to but has too poor a sight...

Don’t you dare bring up that movie.

I just tried this. It works.

And also a moustache. I don’t care if it’s Gooses’s son. I care about the moustache.

That’s classified. You could explain it to him, but then you’ll have to kill him.

Counter-counterpoint: getting airborne while your father-in-law is piloting YOUR new car is the greatest terror of life.

I didn’t even realized I used the French term! Old habits die hard.