Earlier, we talked about our internet stalker, who was ratcheting up the rhetoric beyond the invisible line of “decorum.” [Ed.: As if you and decorum belong in the same sentence.] Evidently, all I had to say was “I hate those cars, but I like yours.” Problem solved. Rodney summarizes it best.
I am not immune to criticism. I often deserve it. Sometimes, I even invite it. I guess with eleventeen different websites and blogs and such, public criticism is inevitible.
Somewhere, things crossed a line. On Kiss My Asphalt, I ran into a commenter calling himself slrman. Constructive and interactive and then suddenly he went personal on me because I wasn’t a cheerleader for the state where I currently reside – saying I “lack the ethics and courage to leave.” [Ed.: Nah. Just money and a landing spot.]
In February 2014 I saw a 1986 Omni GLH and wrote a story about Omnis in general. In September 2015, a commenter in Surprise Arizona found it and started criticizing me about my opinions on the car line. Then someone self-identified as Robin Whipple at the same IP address joined in.
Sometime later, I decided to bolster the content of a newer site, Asphalt Valhalla (when it redirected to Kiss My Asphalt), with content from my other sites. The post with the GLH got noticed by an anonymous commenter with the exact same IP address in August 2016.
“Here we go again,” I thought. See for yourself here.
Evidently, there was some connection between the commenter and the GLH. Maybe the anonymous poster was Robin’s husband? Maybe this was some family project? Who knows. Anyway, I obviously touched a nerve, even though I praised the red one that seems near and dear.
So on we go, I guess. One wonders what the next retort from Surprise will be.
I love this car. Even more than O.G. Fred’s ’87. Why? Because it’s all business:
The fake scoop is for air cleaner clearance. It gets enough air through the gaping, no-style nose hole.
The fake vents are stupid. But, they were stupid in 1979. Why spend money to fix something that ain’t broke? Spend it on better shocks, better brakes – all the upgrades over the ’83-84s
The Fairmont dash is too ugly to be anything except a functional piece.
Speaking of fake – no fake brake cooling. The ’87s looked cool, like it took most of the SVO’s best features and ran with it, but there was a lot of style that lacked substance, like the rear skirt that was more of an air brake than ground effects.
This is the 1986 Dodge Omni GLH Turbo. GLH stood for goes like hell, and by 1980s standards, it did. We have a soft spot for these awful Rabbit imitators. Yes, they were giant pieces of shit, designed and built by the same people who brought you the Aspen. Yes, side by side, it was Blatz beer to the VW’s Beck’s. Still… Continue reading “Acid Flashback: Little Brother”