I think all elected senators, representatives, etc., should be forced to spend a day in Walmarts and Walmart parking lots, just to see how real people live.

I was going to log on and suggest Pure Prairie League’s “Two Lane Highway,” but I quickly realized I’d fallen into an alternate universe where I did not belong. I think I should look for an exit somewhere....

I’ve haven’t been through all the comments yet, but... was that video NOT taken with a handheld phone or camera? Um, why is someone recording this particular street and intersection in the middle of the night?

“I thought Bannon was on the fritz with Trump. Oh well...”

Wanted to trade in a pickup on a minivan (this was decades ago). The salesman was a short, compact grandfatherly type who took me back to his personal sales office. Sent my truck out for an appraisal. Appraiser came back, handed him a small folded piece of paper. Salesman peeked at it. Cringed. Asked me what I thought…

So I’m officially an orphan. I have a 2009 Aura, which I hope to keep running for a few more years. It’s not a bad car. And if no one else has pointed it out, the last generation of Vue lives on as the Chevy Captiva, assuming it lives another year-- virtually unchanged except for the engine. I really had no idea…

Ditto everything. Disk jockeys don’t go into the business because they like music, they do it because they love the sound of their own voices. I don’t care what they had for supper last night. Unfortunately, I now even pay for this “privilege” when I try to listen to classic rock on SiriusXM. Grrrr!

He’s getting his 15 minutes of fame. Either that or he saw “Rouge One” by accident.

The price of gas in mid-Michigan will jump 20-30 cents/gallon every couple of weeks for no discernable reason whatsoever.

And the doors were about a foot and a half thick, and you had enough room to stuff a kid or two between the seat and the door.

I blame it on the Bernuolli effect— especially when cars try to pass me on the highway and get sucked into the side of my car... but coming at me, too.

Outrageous! That’s in the range of major league baseball players, and all these people do is helm multibillion dollar corporations that employ tens of thousands of people! Who do they think they are, movie stars or something???

I can’t help but wonder how many VW diesels it would take to equal one big rig semi. Dozens? Hundreds?

I get unsolicited phone calls every day offering to sell me an extended warranty. You want their number?

4. No vehicle inspections. Ever. Anywhere.

I think the big thing was its utility. Old farts didn’t have climb up to get in, or fall down into it and not be able to get out again. It also started a new retro trend, and sold like gangbusters for $16 grand. So Ford jumped on the bandwagon with a retro T-bird for $40, 000 that didn’t sell and declared the retro…

I had a ‘73 Maverick, 302, automatic, no power brakes (no room under the hood for a booster). It took both feet to hold it stopped. (I’m not proud of any of this.)

What I remember of these were the Consumer Reports reviews: Mitsubishi Eclipse=fine, reliable automobile. Eagle Talon=substandard, unreliable. Plymouth Laser=worthless crap. Hmmm, basically the same car coming off the same assembly line, built by the same people from the same parts. Anti-American bias, anyone?