Oh no you di’n’t!   

So you’re saying it’s an entertaining, noisy, high-reving, but low-powered and poorly-handling ‘60s shitbox?

There’s a story floating around the family involving a Christmas party, a ‘56 Ford truck, and a surprise snow-squall on the way to a >very< rural residence....and a trusted flashlight that got them home.

At what distance? And, how large an area at that given distance?

SW Va here. The only thing worse than salt is grass: holds the moisture against the rockers & underside

Plus, like gardens, there are sometimes cool lizards involved. First time I ever identified a Southeastern Fence Lizard( ? I’m too lazy to google it ), was when one spent much of the day watching me excavate & remove a 5-speed from a Jetta so precariously perched on a hillside that I spent 2 hours rigging…

Right?

That’s feckin’ cool, man!

Yellow electrical tape

Crap; I should have scrolled down before posting the hat-with-sticker comparison 

This is the automotive equivalent of leaving the sticker on your flat-brimmed hat: they’re showing how mint their whip is.

Yah. I really liked my old EA81 Subarus because of this: upon sighting a deer I would cut the lights down 1 click & honk, and the deer would bound away instead of being frozen in my headlights.  Freaked a few first-time passengers out, but I never hit a deer. 

Well, shit. Reading the update, all I can think of is, we got a man down, here. But, it’s been raining for 2 days and I watched a couple VinWiki vids about losing members of the community: got a bit low myself. Reckon I’ll go watch a little Uncle Tony’s Garage and pour out a little 30-weight for The Old Man of the Tar…

Surprisingly, I seem to be >more< tolerant as I age: that odd purple-changes-to-green paint is making a comeback and I’m not even flinching! -that hate may have been more about the punks around here who flaunted it than the actual paint, tho

I’m ( getting ) old, and I have very low tolerance for teal because ‘90s, but, assuming I ever get to retire, if I >ever< find myself wanting to damage someone’s property over asthetics because I'm tired of looking at it sitting home all day, it's high time to execute my exit strategy. 

There's my daily factoid to annoy my proudly semi-literate coworkers with. Thanks!

Philly Jalops should organize a mini-parade of vivid cars. Paint your winter beater with temporary water-based paint and cruise up&down that street. Arm yourself with a paintgun loaded with neon orange balls and wait for this arse to reveal themselves. Bring along some orange chalk to color their sidewalk once target…

How about you go watch an old episode of CHiPs and look at LA’s smoggy skies and the solid stripe of oil from crankcase vents down the middle of each freeway lane? I was behind an old-school muscle car the other day, and, while I thoroughly enjoyed the cam chop, the exhaust fumes were about choking.

Ever since I first read this article I’ve been trying to grasp this dim memory of an aisian gentleman written about here who had some super or hyper car ( Lambo? Ferrari? ) which he had lifted and ( I think ) made 4wd. In Hong Kong or Singapore I’m thinking: he did it because local roads sucked. May have been a Torch…

I seem to remember falling down a rabbit hole the day Jason first posted about this conveyance, but never saw that video. That’s sketchy and janky and I love it. Thanks!