After reading this I had to go to my garage, fire up the 96 Impala, and suck in gas fumes as I listened to the exhaust. I will murder entire families for a proper RWD Impala SS.
so many armchair IP lawyers, so few real ones.
Chrysler will be the first to fall...
Cerberus gets out of the auto boondoggle while acquiring the rest of GMAC, and GM gets enough cash to limp into 2010, when (hopefully) the new products coming on line can rescue the company...
@SCROGGS!:
My father had a dark blue 1972 6.3. He took me to soccer practice in it. After the air suspension went out, he backed it into the left side of the garage and parked it.
The car sat in all its Teutonic Glory for years, smoldering in my consciousness. 4 doors. 6.3 liters. Wood and leather, all the right smells in all the right places. The proud grill, the curve of the hood as it fell to meet the flared front quarters. Freight train acceleration--I remember my father stomping the gas, the tires scrubbing for traction, the sonorous hum of internal combustion filling the cabin and then a feeling that has never left me, the peculiar magic of torque, an invisible hand pressing me deep into the cowhides as speed blurred the scrub and palm trees of coastal Florida outside the windows.
Parents had a nasty divorce.
My father sold it for five bucks, just to stick it to my mother.
Five bucks.
Those are some ugly bitches
LOUD NOISES!!
I can't fathom the "wrong car at the wrong time" talk. It's dead-on, perfect, the right car at the right time. As the sun sets on Big/Dumb/Stupid/Perfect V8, as the price of oil ends the Horsepower Wars and we move from right-foot planted/smoky burnouts to hair driers, from cubic inches to liters, from indiscriminate dino juice consumption to Malaise Two, the Challenger fires one last broadside for Apple Pie, the quarter mile, and American gas innocence. There's room between those bulldozers...
Have to agree with some of the others-94-96 Caprice 9C1. Jalopnik dropped the ball on this one.
Unlimited hoon potential on the cheap outta the B-Body.
Unlimited hoon potential on the cheap outta the B-Body.
Damn the SUV!
Killed off the entire B-Body line....
aw...I had just gotten comfortable in my chair at work, and now this comes along and threatens the structural integrity of my trousers.
We need a pithy shorthand for "entry-level luxury shitbox"
This car makes me want to drench myself in Jovan musk and mildly sexually harass the ladies at my workplace.
I'm for the 'Vette, because it's harder to drive faster. i like the idea of a car that requires skill to drive well versus the latest and greatest in "vario-remote-twin disc-dual diff. active/lateral/sport-load-sensing blah blah blah"
@Spasticteapot: Good for you!
@CyberRanger: Ahhh...memories..
I lived for 5 1/2 years in Northern Colorado..nothing but fond memories of getting in the woods of 80C
(sigh)
"Shelby". What does that even mean anymore? What does the moniker supposed to tell us?
So Carroll made some monster cars in the '60's, then sold his reputation for a buck in the '80's (Dodge Omni, anyone?),and now he's suing the Shelby Club of America over the use of his name (probably because he's not getting paid enough)...
A blower, some new suspension bits, some stripes, and that stupid little snake logo..
it's not the car that's objectionable(big, fast, stupid--what's not to like about that?)it's the arrogance of the man behind it, a man who thinks so highly of the Shelby marquee that he can continue dragging it through the muck, sacrificing what little bit of value and dignity remains after he's tried his best to strip it clean like a hyena on a gazelle, and for what?
Some ass clown is buying one of these right now, which kills me.
Somewhere in the dark quiet of the night, a 1968 KR500 howls through an abandoned industrial district, all eight cylinders singing the sweet holy hell of internal combustion...
So Carroll made some monster cars in the '60's, then sold his reputation for a buck in the '80's (Dodge Omni, anyone?),and now he's suing the Shelby Club of America over the use of his name (probably because he's not getting paid enough)...
A blower, some new suspension bits, some stripes, and that stupid little snake logo..
it's not the car that's objectionable(big, fast, stupid--what's not to like about that?)it's the arrogance of the man behind it, a man who thinks so highly of the Shelby marquee that he can continue dragging it through the muck, sacrificing what little bit of value and dignity remains after he's tried his best to strip it clean like a hyena on a gazelle, and for what?
Some ass clown is buying one of these right now, which kills me.
Somewhere in the dark quiet of the night, a 1968 KR500 howls through an abandoned industrial district, all eight cylinders singing the sweet holy hell of internal combustion...
But you can always give the horse a good rapin'-hown many mpg is that worth?
The Mugabe-mobile!
More so than any Mercedes limo, this is the car for Third World despots. If you look real close at the pictures, you can see a starving band of children, their bellies swollen by kwasiokor, choking on exhaust fumes as their leader speeds off to sign another international aid contract that he plans to embezzle in about six weeks to fund his love for cognac, Asian dancers, and hideous faux-Roman architecture.
More so than any Mercedes limo, this is the car for Third World despots. If you look real close at the pictures, you can see a starving band of children, their bellies swollen by kwasiokor, choking on exhaust fumes as their leader speeds off to sign another international aid contract that he plans to embezzle in about six weeks to fund his love for cognac, Asian dancers, and hideous faux-Roman architecture.
I had an 82 4x4. Sold it for $750 a few years ago. Ran great.
I'm off to punch myself in the balls
Drop springs, fatter meat in the back, and a catback.
Glorious.
Glorious.
