wanderingchief
Wanderingchief
wanderingchief

When I was a kid and the 1982 Mustang GT dropped with the ginormous biplane rear spoiler (optional, if I recall correctly), it was touted as thundering to 60 in a mind-numbing sub-7 second romp. It was breathtakingly quick compared to other domestic sports cars at the time, when the Camaro and Corvette each had

Gotcha, good question.

They will until they switch to aluminum and try to make you forget about their current commercials.

Hilariously “Gromance” has already been co-opted by Honda’s marketing department!

New Logo:

“Michael Bay posts a Camaro Ad on his Twitter Account”

Guys, come on. How many TG stories is this now in the last 24 hours, eight? Nine?

Now with 100% less surrendering.

Maybe we should have Ben back here more often... what do you guys think about that?

15 participants!!! FIFTEEN! That’s not even enough to form a statistically significant number in any way shape or form (without delving any deeper in how this “study” was conducted). And you want to compare that to a fingerprint? This is not science, this is made up bullshit. Stop posting useless crap.

Best/only sub 5k sleeper I could find on ebay:

I’d trust North Korean baby formula before I'd trust CF wheels from GM.

So then the glass hardtop will be like this?

The New Jeep Wrangler’s Roof May Do Three Things It’s Never Done:

When I hear “Ironman” and “4x4" used in the same sentence I think Ivan Stewart.

I have to be that guy but the original Cherokee was the SJ platform same as the Wagoneer.

So much agreement. Why buy an imitation of the real thing when it saves you just about nothing, costs capability, and the real thing is plenty pleasurable to drive? If the trucklet saves you 1 mpg, costs you a half ton of payload, and you’re happy driving a Ram/Silverado/F-150, just get the big one and be done with

Something something Jalopnik writers shilling for car companies, something something ethics in auto journalism, rage rage blah blah.

I remember studying Russian in the Soviet Union in the late 1980s- the glaring lack of old men was stunning. There were plenty of old women, who swept streets, sold the ubiquitous tickets needed for museum entry, told complete strangers to wipe their feet before entering, to stay off the grass, to button up a coat