Yes, cars are inanimate objects. They are not carbon-based life forms like we are. But that doesn’t change the fact that sometimes we perceive them as being alive. It doesn’t stop us from forming bonds with and through them.
Regardless of where you live, you have a neighbor working on something in their driveway or garage. I used to have a neighbor that used his 100-foot long driveway as a drag strip to test out his 1971 Plymouth ‘Cuda at 2 a.m. After he was arrested, I got a new neighbor who is much more considerate.
Until personal teleportation devices are invented, rental cars will probably make up a fair chunk of the cars in traffic pretty much everywhere you go. And sometimes they’re vacations in and of themselves.
Just about everything Chrysler made from the late ‘70s to the mid ‘90s was based on the front-drive K-platform. The platform was used on sedans, wagons, coupes, vans, convertibles, trucks, and hatchbacks.
You’re in a new city for work or vacation and you need some wheels to get around. Time to hit the rental desk. Time to see what will be your chariot for the next few hours or days.
Yes, I am fully aware that far too many of us are far too reliant on GPS systems when we travel. Most people probably don’t even carry maps in their cars anymore. I know my parents don’t (haha). That said, these systems aren’t completely fail-proof.
In the Very Serious business of cars, there is no shortage of people and cultures that take themselves very seriously. Without jokes or smiles. Who are they?
Once, I asked someone who is not a Youth how they managed to get around in the days before GPS. They shrugged their shoulders and said, “Maps. And we just got lost a lot.”
Before I fall asleep at night, I try to soothe my fried nerves with calming thoughts regarding completely batshit insane situations. Most recently, it was about being kidnapped in a car. What then?
Because cars span multiple decades and multiple generations and groups of people, of course there are little bubbles of niche culture-communities within the greater car community itself. Some of them are Very Serious.
Oh, my friends. You have such hate in your dark hearts. So much anger for the cars. And I love every bit of it.
It’s Friday. The week is over. Summer is nearly over. But for you, it is about to be the weekend—it is about to be the car time.
We can’t help it: sometimes we just hate certain cars. It could be because of the way they look, drive or how they were made. This can happen despite the badge it wears on its nose.
Chewing gum, zip-ties, cardboard and beer cans: what do all these things have in common? Why, they’re all useful in desperate car repairs, of course!
I was on Craiglsist, as I spend much of my time these days, the other night when I came across language that troubled me deeply. (And no, I wasn’t on the part of Craigslist where you find someone to hurl sexual insults at while they clean your apartment for free. I already got someone for that this month.)
Say you’re driving around on a backroad somewhere and suddenly something in your car breaks. A check engine light comes on. You pull over. You don’t have a toolkit with you. There’s no cell service. Or it was that scary time before cell phones. What then?
There are certain things in life you shouldn’t cut corners on. Surgery comes to mind. Tattoos: another good answer. Absolutely for toilet paper and sushi. But you don’t need to pay top dollar for some of the things for your car.
Through general agreement, us Jalops came together yesterday and decided that tires are one thing that you should definitely not go cheap on. This makes sense, as they are the only bit of the car that touches the road. You don’t have to go tippy-top shelf, but you probably shouldn’t be buying a set for 50 bucks,…
Most of the time, the extent of my talking about cars with casual friends is, “Yes, I travel places and drive cars for a job.” Outside of your little circle of enthusiast friends, people often get bored when you get too into talking about your passions. That’s an unfortunate thing.