So you buy a $160,000+ car and a mere teenage number of miles later it’s for sale. You’ve added an aftermarket exhaust (why exactly? 500hp ain’t enough? to get around CA smog laws?) and intend to keep those gorgeous red aftermarket wheels that are a focus point of your selling photos? The seller is hitting the douche-y…

Boats = holes in the water into which you pour money

Some of us just like interesting cars that don’t cost our entire bank account, aren’t a “project” like yesterday’s sorry-ass example, can be worked on with basic tools, and is an instant conversation-starter. There really are very few cars that meet that criteria.

Cute! Cool! Probably the only one in the USA in this condition. A truly rare car and you probably couldn’t duplicate it for the same money. You will find yourself having numerous conversations anyplace you stop.

Oh HELL NO! Nothing much there and then you’re going to be stuck with a disposal fee to have it hauled away. I’ve done my share of projects and wouldn’t even consider this one at the low, low, low price of FREE.

Don’t disrespect people based on age. I once had a 20-something “team leader” start to lecture a bunch of us in our 50s and 60s about using Excel. After a couple of minutes, I raised my hand (and voice) and said, “We invented this fucking stuff and clearly know it better than you . . .”

Really, they aren’t driving enough to justify a lease, so that would be my advice. If they’re determined to get rid of the Chevy (I wouldn’t, but I get the yen to have something new . . . my wife and I are having the same discussion), then I’d advise getting something they really like and enjoy the hell out of it…

I like the looks especially the blue hue, don’t hate Vee-Dubs, the condition seems good, but this is just too damn many Benjamins for a 20-YO car. Not sure I believe the low mileage figure, as the obvious wear on the driver armrest says otherwise. No Dice.

Hell, those bicycles hanging on the wall probably cost more than everything I’ve got in my garage!

We WORKED early voting today, handing out Democratic slate cards. All masked up, of course. One woman I talked to said it was her third attempt to early vote, as the lines had been too long other times. It was busiest at the start, then less-so at around 9 to 9:30.

I’m late to the party, but . . . THIS would be my grandfather’s choice for a set of wheels. He was always a Ford guy. I think his last one was a Skyline.

Using my imaginary NP/ND bank account, I vote Nice Price because these are rare and beautiful and would be a nice addition to my fantasy collection in my fantasy climate-controlled 5000 sq. ft. pole barn. Even though it’s a dealer sale and he’s asking too much . . .

Had the 4-door version, same year. Best damn vehicle in the snow—I was living in Minnesota then—I’ve ever had, even with the meager power from the straight six.

My personal experience with Hummer owners is that (1) they’re over-compensating for their physical ‘limitations’ (see short-fingers Tr**p for the classic example) and (2) repeatedly prove themselves to be first-class assholes in every possible way.

I can claim to be alive and of driving age when these were new. One of my cousins got the performance version with a 340 (? or 383?) V8, 4-barrel, 4-speed and etc. That car really fit the name ‘Swinger.’ I vaguely recall really bad wheel hop when the throttle got mashed, but it was otherwise a cool performance car for…

Yeah, I STILL want a Ducati 986, preferably the ‘Senna’ model that now sells in auctions at outlandish prices. Or an MV . . .

SGP = Some Guy’s Project, so nope, even though it looks professionally done, but he wants all his modding-money back, and that ain’t happening.

Beat to shit off-roader, rusty and dirty inside and out (seriously, you can’t spend 4 seconds to clean your crap out of the interior?) and asking a premium price. Yeah, these are sought-after and the seller is looking to catch a sucker. Those big-ass tires will drive you nuts with road noise, so unless you’re only…

Ditto! Life-long gym rat here, constantly get emails from the two gyms I frequent to return, because they’re “safe safe safe.” Yeah, right. . .

When Roberts says it, believe it. Nobody would know better . . .