Memories of the fall of 1986, mom just died, and I find out I’ve inherited her car . . . . . whether I want it or not. An almost new ‘85 Buick Century Estate Wagon, 9 passenger, full senior citizen zoot, woodgrain sides, fake wire wheel hubcaps, red velour interior, etc. Dad insists I take it, and he takes my ‘82…

When I was around 14 years old (in the 70s), a friend of the family was moving out of state. They had a 1961 Thunderbird that need some TLC, they did not want to take it with them and gifted to my dad, I thought it would make a great car for me when I got my license, I thought it was so futuristic looking. My dad…

That’s another way to look at it, but I think the person thinking along these lines will be hard to find. And the color combo on this one narrows the field even more.

It’s that lens that bothers me as well. That gives me “screw this I surrender” vibes that make me wonder what else is hiding in those big red flanks.

Not really sure about the color. It doesn’t look bad, but it’s also a sports car color on a large luxury sedan. If it was a claret or darker, I might be enthusiastic.

I have one of these, albeit it dark green. It is hilarious, a stately home that thinks it is a racehorse. I have it serviced once a year at a fixed cost of £ 480. For the naysayers, try before you buy, yes it is a stupid indulgence the tyres are silly ‘spensive and it makes sense for stupid reasons. The service…

There’s almost no price that makes sense for cars like this; for something that costs so much new, they seem remarkably disposable once the glow wears off. If you’re wealthy enough to bear the cost of ownership, you probably want to lease something new or buy something collectable. If you’re buying this because depreci…

This car certainly looks to be in good shape, and a similar condition 944 might bring that kind of money, or at least close to it—in stock condition. The mods, though reversible, don’t add to the price they detract a bit. I can’t quite nice price this.

Those Scheel shoulder harnesses are tied in a loose knot behind the rollbar instead of, like, actually bolting them down solid?

You have an example.

Took my dad down to the local GM dealer to take a peek at a C8. Sitting next to the C8 in the showroom was a new Silverado 2500 (my dad owned one about 15 years ago). My dad (6 ft tall) stood in front of the truck, looked at me and said: “how do they see a kid playing in the street?” I flatly replied: “they don’t.” 

This has been know for a long time but our regulators are a bunch of industry shills, so trucks and SUVs have gotten even bigger and taller.

I just don’t buy that weight is any real factor. It just doesn’t make sense. Whether its 4,000 or 6,000lbs, the disparity between the sedan/truck and 200lbs of rider/bike make it all academic. It’s like saying Arnold Schwarzenegger swatting a mosquito is much deadlier than me. Ok, sure. By the numbers, Arnold can…

Everybody blames the drivers because the drivers are at fault. There have been two fatalities this month in Cambridge because some jackass in a UHaul didn’t check his mirrors or use his turn signal.

Non-scientific hypothesis, but the personalities attracted to these kind of trucks are also more likely to antagonize cyclists, thereby increasing the risks for an accident to occur.

Drivers in the machines capable of causing death bear a greater responsibly to drive carefully.  They misbehave, they hurt others.

I’m currently at the second International Road Safety Conference in Orlando. While trucks specifically haven’t been brought up, the focus is increasingly becoming that a user making a mistake shouldn’t be a death sentence. Regardless of who makes the error, the entire system should be forgiving and have redundancies.

Just require CDLs for vehicles over a certain size/weight.

Can confirm, Vermont makes you drink a coffee, cinch your belt, and adjust your steering wheel grip before you pedal it. Driving there as a flat-lander was...exhilarating

My driving in “Europe” is limited to a few days in England, a few days in Iceland, and a week in the Azores.