vestigialbrain
vestigialbrain
vestigialbrain

“Low miles” has got to be one of the most abused pieces of Craigslist ad copy out there, along with “straight and rust free,” “just needs ______, a $20 part but haven’t had time,” “runs great, except ______,” “AC needs a recharge,” “2nd owner” and “clean.”

Jalops love them some cast-offs. In the famous words of Sir Mix-a-Lot:

It’ll still probably go farther than the Giulia.

Honda will break our hearts again. They’re like the bad news ex-girlfriend from college. She’s got more piercings, more weight, baggage full of poor decisions and promises of how she’s really changed this time. Honest.

David’s actually right on that one.

My father in law is literally worth millions. After a couple decades in healthcare administration and a couple stints as CEO for several prominent medical groups in the midwest, he became semi-retired. Several years ago, he purchased a local seed distributor and has totally revamped

You want a Hertz donut?

*SMACK*

Hertz, don’t it?

“Where are those seized cars?”

Crème brûlée

(kill it with fire)

I’m not sure why he DIDN’T recommend a Jeep. After all, the inside of a garage is a Jeep’s natural habitat.

I live in ND, so I don’t have to deal with this. We have one small-medium sized tree in our yard and that’s it. What few leaves it drops are simply blown away during the regular gusts of wind we get. Don’t get me wrong, there’s trees in this state, but they’re usually in town or in the parks where it’s not my

I think the biggest thing that ever kept me from buying any Trooper is the 4L30-E transmission GM gifted upon the nameplate. And by “gifted,” I mean “crapped out upon.” For cripes sake, that unit was built in France. It was always just waiting for the first excuse to wave a white flag and cost the owner a few grand.

It’d put them on, one wheel at a time, pulled up to the beltline.

Wow, good on Ron. He actually wrote decent descriptions for each car. Instead of “1991 sedan for sale 900 firm” or something like that.

That’s great, good on your brother. I love the shape of the classic 900 sedans. They look like a fashionable hat.

Like most things we don’t like in terms of automotive design, regulations are somewhat responsible for creeping beltlines. That said, there are some auto designs out there where it’s not quite as hiked up, so the ridiculousness of those beltlines aren’t mandated, just lazy design.

I was watching football the other day and one of the commercials was for the KIA (Sorento?) and how they have a sweet, wide optical camera available. They start out the commercial saying something like, “It can be difficult to see behind you while backing up, which isn’t safe, blah, blah, which is why KIA proudly

Beltlines! Beltlines?

Why has no one mentioned beltlines? Take off those high waters and put on some big boy pants! I like to see out of my vehicle without the aid of cameras and periscopes, thank you very much sir.

Yes, because British electric systems are sooo reliable. Harness the power of darkness and contract integral parts through Lucas.

I appreciate your taking the time to reply to my comment from your hospital gurney.

Ah, the typical New York ethnocentric attitude. Yet another reason why New York sucks. Your response encapsulates the worn out New Yorker defense mechanism used to justify all the drawbacks of living there. “Because every other place probably sucks more” is a retort on par with “nuh-uh, you are.” Thanks for helping