Except without the guts and trunk.

But my Matrix XRS did all of that _and_ drove an Evo MR into the dirt.

I want a performance hybrid. One where the electric motor enhances acceleration rather than mpg. Let the gas engine handle long distances at steady RPM, the power of the electric is in torque off the line. Use it!

It’s very, very possible, and I’d like to not thank you for reminding me of the time I had that experience. It was a T-Bucket, and my dad was considering buying it, so he got in and floored it. Darn good thing it had wheelie bars in the back cause YEAH it did both at once and oh sweet lord that car did NOT turn. 

Steely eyed woman, thank you. Margret Hamilton discusses that exact incident in a recent interview.

I liked it, but the Cheetos were also slightly stale by the time I et it, and I think that’s just the sandwich. I feel it might have been better without them. The sauce was good with the chicken, though. 

It’s buried. 

I can do a few hours in a blink of an eye, man. Watch this! (passes out.)

It’s not bad. The actual cheetos are kinda neutral, but the sauce is tasty, and the chicken is, well, kfc patty.

Alien Crush! Woo! No Devil’s Crush though...

Or Heroin!

At a certain point, raw mileage no longer matters for a car: everything that has broken will, and everything that needs replaced has been or needs to be again. I think this Saab passed that mark at 200k, and needs to be taken on its own merits, rather than its mileage. 

This is the right decision. There’s enough parts and enough experience out there to make some real magic happen. 

Guys. The dog has a name. It’s on his collar.

One of the all time great riffs on this song, too. 

Aha! That’s the aux I thought I remembered. Which means you can hook a bluetooth adapter to it, and presto, you have a nice modern phone adapter, so you can have a solid GPS.

Given the year, extremely desirable options, and rust condition, I’d call it a 4k car, honestly.

This is a brilliant idea. Literally. You should do this.

So, let’s see.