After hair and makeup. You may remember the bed head version that strafed Tempe a couple of years ago.
Sometimes, size doesn’t matter.* Sometimes, all your smart car technology is no match for a couple of pieces of Reynolds wrap for fenders and some rubber bands for power. Siometimes, you jam it into spots that are just too tight. No problem. Just bounce it right back out.
The Barrett-Jackson description hardly does it justice. The best $5700 bid you’ll ever make. It’s what the cool people drive for 100+ mph blasts to the beach. The way back doubles as your hotel.
Just watch out for stray dogs crossing your path late at night. The car “corners like it’s on rails,” in the sense that it is as nimble and responsive as a boxcar, Willie.
it’s a car, not some fragile combination of bone china and wet toilet paper. Drive it like this guy:Dirt is not the enemy. Preening dandies and investors with hermetic hyperbaric car storage chambers are.
We’re not sure if this car was originally red or blue, or both. Otter had an 024 that was a frankenmesh; maybe this is the same. Dave (no, the other one) had one when they were new.
Speaking of things that haven’t aged well: the 1976 Pontiac Sunbird. This is what you get when you turn a Vega into a “Monza” and then pretend to create an entirely new car for Pontiac. What do we have?
- a “formal” roofline instead of a hatch. Now there’s two body styles, like with a Mustang II. Woo hoo.
- Stick some vinyl on the roof. Now it’s like a Mustang II Ghia, and also a small Grand Prix (a car Pontiac liked and so did America).
- Give it a faux Firebird front end. “Sporty” is dealerspeak for “shitbox with a nosejob.”
- A V-6. It sounds sporty on the order sheet. at least