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08/09/09
I love those little thumbnail cartoons in the Vauxhall ad: It has a big nose to better smash unruly boys; contains both a speedometer AND a fuel gauge; the rear window is included, even though they couldn't be bothered to build the middle of the back seat.
But I would totally rock that Daimler, if it didn't have a slushbox. Why, it's practically the practical man's Rolls Royce!
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They were saying that even before my parents were born. Valentino Balboni put it well when he said 'You have to become one piece only.' With a manual transmission, you are an integral piece of the machine, stirring coals deep in the heart of the fire, while computer controls have very little need of you being there, and would eliminate you entirely if they could. Silicon transistors do not require and do not respond to any change of force or delicacy, reason or subtlety; they are creatures of absolutes. And while their absolutes and boundaries have been made smaller, they have become far greater in number, their scope more expansive, their control more complete, your input less relevant. You are placed ever further from the nerve center of the machine, replaced by digital senses. The tide has turned: destroyers of machinery gave Luddites their name, but now it is the machines, electrified and calculating, that destroy the human.
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Not sure it's technically post-war, but have to have a Bently
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@Murilee Martin: There is one with the guy running from a shiny side up Gremlin, but I agree with your sentiment.
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This is a British car company, so clearly they're referring to some strange kind of traditional Druid witchcraft alchemy unfamiliar to us Americans.... you know, you bring home some hay today, shape a few handfuls of strands of it into an effigy of a chicken, whisper some incantations under the light of a full moon, burn the straw chicken effigy; then mysteriously, the next morning you have a yardful of chickens.
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Forget Corvettes. Porsches, and Ferraris. You're not going to win over the really cultured hot babes unless you drive a 1954 Wolseley. Never mind that it's built on a stretched Morris Minor platform and only might manage 75 mph with a strong tailwind. Sex appeal is more important than these trivial concerns, right?
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Then I could take the Rapier convertible to LeMons. Wait, are there any Humbers there? A LeMons Super Snipe would be even cooler.
Okay, I need to stop thinking about more Rootes Group projects. I should probably lie down, actually-- I'm getting a little lightheaded.
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I've always craved a Sunbeam--Alpine or Rapier.
Endless supply of both PCH and LeMons Index of Effluency contenders.
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I guess I'm weird because the Honda Z600 is high on the "weird old cars I'd like to own" list.
05/31/09
Slantsick to Code Enforcement Officer: "What the hell d'ya mean, haul off that junk Hotpoint stove? That's not a scrapmetal eyesore, that's an open-air artistic tribute to the American Housewife of the 1970s, you philistine!"
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