i did 30 hours straight solo from ATX to SF four years ago to tell a girl i loved her.

it’s like a British (or perhaps Indian) and even more primitive DR650.

looks familiar.

huh?

“Class, what have we learned?”

hope the motorcyclist didn’t get tangled up in that mess.

at certain point i would have just grabbed the keys from the ignition.

i would have followed him, waited for the car to leave the two of them stranded, then offered the girl a ride. ;)

this is the rare occasion when i’m glad there is some guy my age with more money than the combined income of everyone in the city i live in.

i have kinda come to grips with the fact “us” gearheads (jalops as an even smaller subgroup) are a minority. and for a for-profit car company to keep it’s stockholders happy, they have to sell sell sell.

we out there.

an ‘84 Shitrocket was my first car.

the only two ways i can think of:

i might be wrong, but isn’t the Ridgeline considered a full-size truck, more comparable to the F150, Tundra, Titan?

so it slips the clutch, allows the revs to climb a bit, and then re-engages the clutch?

FORWARD CONTROL! FORWARD CONTROL!

in this case, which i suppose doesn’t apply to restoring & selling for a profit, i would be doing the labor myself.

depends on what sportscar.

sorry, it is still very much a fashion item.

doesn’t seem unreasonable to find a used $4-5k solid, but worn out toyota / jeep / etc, and be able to turn it into a dependable and capable machine for $10-15k.