My Alfa has rudimentary old fuel injection, a single ignition coil, a compression ratio of 9:1, and an aftermarket chip that runs it richer. I’m like 25% of the 90% from the 25%.

Great stuff! My one qualm is with the local food craze. I’m not sure what to think about it. Buying local goods in many cases (not food) is economically inefficient, and I don’t just mean “drrr but it costs more!” There is potentially more adverse environmental impact from the local production of goods than of stuff…

It’s a good thing there weren’t any Chinese models standing nearby or he’d surely have gotten himself into some trouble!

It depends on where you live. It’s dangerous to do it in LA, but if you live in a rural community in say, Wyoming, circumstances are different.

We had a little ‘potty chair’ folded up under the back bench seat of our 1989 Toyota Van, because my younger siblings would always have an ‘emergency’ while mom was in TJ Max. As the older brother it was naturally my duty to open the sliding rear windows to dump the pee out onto the parking lot pavement.

You could be right. Hopefully it was a joke though.

It’s a joke, man. Lighten up.

That’s the only song anyone has ever liked from U2.

I think Lambo gets a pass for having decorative exhaust tips...

Ah, good point! Technically that is not an Alfetta!

If people drove rationally we’d have no fun dashcam videos to watch.

Woah, he really should sell it to some Canadian while they still care.

My dad had a Bricklin SV-1 when I was a kid. It smelled good inside.

The Alfetta has got to be the only car to ever offer a rear trans-axle with a diesel engine option.

That looks weird, but fucking swell. Like it.

Sorry, that’s clearly an R31 Nissan Skyline.

It’s not ugly, it’s just weird. I can’t enjoy its looks even if I can admit it’s not ugly.

My dad bought one when I was a teenager. He thought it would make a good auto-x car. He realized immediately that it was more fragile than a faberge egg. The only fun thing I remember about it was that me and my 2 younger siblings OR me and my dad could lift the rear end op to waist height by hand.

Look, vents! White paint! A yacht! Also, VENTS! And non-OEM wheels! That’s right, I own a nightclub that will last about a year.