How come everything else the government does, no matter how few people benefit from it, gets paid for from the general fund. However, roads, which are the one public good that actually does benefit everyone, have to be managed and paid for under a guise of user fees? Imagine if aid to tsunami-devastated Japan was being solely funded by a tax on sushi?
You think roads don't benefit everyone? Well, if you buy anything that wasn't made in your home town, you're benefiting from a road system.
And one more thing that drives me insane with fury is all this hating on urban sprawl, especially here. Urban sprawl has created our car culture. Behind those white picket fences and manicured lawns, exist suburban garages. This is where the car nuts and future car nuts of America reside. Urban sprawl provides the lovers' lanes that we drive out to in order to listen to music and make out in our cars. It provides us with the lonely two lane roads where we can open it up, just for the fun of it. Do you think I'll ever move to some "sustainable urban setting" and park one of my beloved cars on the street? Think again!
Very simple. 1996 Fleetwood Brougham. I would have a stockpile of these cars new in the wrapper so I could exclusively have a mint, ready to go example for the rest of my life. They were the last, but also the best engineered, best constructed, best styled of the Real American cars. Someday, I hope to actually have such a stockpile.
I appreciate people who like the Ford Panther platform, but to my taste, they are inferior in every way to the GM full sized cars of 94-96.
The greatest muscle car is the 1960 Chrysler 300F. It is the high point for Virgil Exner's styling. I would say that it's the cleanest-looking car of the fin age. It has the Cross-ram inducted 413 with either 375 or an optional 400 horsepower. Just to look at that intake manifold is auto-porn at it's best. It was banned from NASCAR for dominating it's rivals. It was the all-time flying mile record holder, at 144.9mph at Daytona. It was expensive and exclusive, a real GT car in the American parlance of that term.
Unfortunately, it was also a dead end. 300's became stripped-down Imperials and muscle cars ditched the concept of the well-to do man buying the car to go tearing down windy roads and making great time on long-distance runs for the tape stripe and quarter mile time that made them the caricatures we know and love today.
Watch the video and you can't help but become a fan of Bob Rodger and his quest to make the best performance car in the world.
This is the best COTD in a while. As a project manager for a software company during the week who loves to take on house and car projects when I'm off the meter, I totally get you. Next stop, motor mounts on my '69 Continental.
You know, I remember the same feeling when I was a kid in the 80's. My cousin had the Power Wheels Bigfoot. It was great for a few trips up and down the driveway. Then it would just quit and you would have to charge it for 8 hours. My Knight Rider KITT pedal car could run rings around it.
A real sleeper would have done without the Pep Boys parts on the interior and exterior. I'm surprised that this car doesn't have the stick-on ventiports.