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Going electeic would cost about 3 LS swaps or 5 3.8 s/c swaps. Not financially viable, yet.

The only thing holding me back from electrifying my Fiero is the initial cost, and lack of space :(

Because CVT.

My wife and I discovered this stuff a few months ago. We are never going back to the previous brand of butter. Kerrygold is where it is at. I grew up in Wisconsin. I “know” butter.

All Maverick’s should have fender flares and wing mirrors....

I miss these.

No market for a Q60 manual. We built 2, a 3.0t and a Red Sport. We put them back to stock and rolled them into the loaner fleet. 11 minths of zero interest other than to drive them. I’ve still got most of the parts and ecu’s. Waiting for the right Q60 to come off lease and rebuild one for myself.

Stuff has happened. Wife has moved out. Bells really aren’t a good idea (I have one on my purse) And my broken ankle is healing

My second car was a 86 Fiero SE, faded gold, V6, 4 speed manual, got it around 2000, drove it home 5 hours in a blizzard. Loved it. It lasted 4 years without an issue, sold it to move for school. Still salty over it. My first car was a 85 Fiero SE 4 cylinder 5 speed. It fell in half from rust. My current Fiero is an

Humans can lick too/The licked hand. Nope-d right out of that one. Haven’t watched the show since.

I’ve had Fiero’s and MR2's of this generation. If you can find a good one, get the MR2. I’ve settled on another Fiero. MR’s just cost to dang much anymore :(

The heels help support most climbing gear. Most loggers climb as well. Also keeps you from sliding down slippery and often muddy terrain. Them heels dig in and grip.

Conway Arkansas to Memphis TN. Did it for 7 months until I got a house in TN. 160 miles one way. In a Fiero. Without A/C. Those summer months were brutal. At least traffic was usually light, took me about an hour and a 45 minutes. That old and tired Pontiac would do 127 mph flat out. And I was often passed by other

Bunch got cut off :( stupid connection

This is about me, and The Mimic. The Mimic is a demon-ish that I have know since I was 7. Like most occurrences things started small. Things going missing, mostly my parents or older brother. Then things were being moved, destroyed, defaced, usually in front of us. A family picture ripped off the wall, taking wall

not a mimic. the mimic. I will get to that when post my story in a few.

When I get back to the hotel I will type it. It will be lengthy. And most likely censored. Might do an uncensored version for those that really want to know...

:) If I wasn’t in the grey’s I’d tell the story of the demon-ish thing that’s been following me around since I was 7, it called itself “The mimic,” My wife is just now starting to get pestered. No one ever believed me. But she does. Now. I acknowledged it when i was younger, so apparently it is now my burden to

I have pre-bids in on both Jag’s. I can afford one of them, if I win the other bid is canceled, if not my bid rolls into the other. Not not sure if I will win either though, I am low balling quite a bit. They’ve agreed to what I want to spend, then up to what I can spend. Excited to see what they go for, they are

“You wanna trade?” Him in a rusty old Wranger. Me in a new 720s spider. I took him up on his offer until he saw the payments.