This year, as evidenced by my post history, hasn’t been great for me getting out. My usual travel companions have been really busy...and frankly so have I...coupled with a kind of personal funk that has conspired to drain my motivation for things means very little tour time. No Spring tour and no fall tour on the…
Halfway between Far East and the West lies the most remote island chain in the world, Hawaii. I came to the Big Island to get lost - then someone tossed me the keys to a Pathfinder.
I’ll admit I’m not an auto electrician but I’ve ridden this horse before. More than once. Successfully. But this time...
Here’s a surprise; it hit me when I first viewed the 2019 World Car of the Year contenders. Despite an unhealthy interest in cars, I had essentially no opinion on most of the candidates this year.
Toyota Celica (clearly photoshopped) and Nissan Mobi
I think I have the automotive version of SAD (seasonal affective disorder): SAD-MC. As in, “Seriously, Another Dang Muscle Car?” Though SAD-MC would be an interesting DJ name.
Nissan Jikoo (c2003)
I am good at ignoring noises. The sound a wife makes when you don’t do your share of the chores. The noises a child makes when they drop their toy for the umpteenth time. These all fall on my deaf ears. But what I have never been able to ignore is unusual noises coming from my vehicles.
Not 1 but 2 Nissan Figaro’s at the Woodward Dream Cruise. Seeing one is in Michigan is like seeing a unicorn. Seeing two is like catching Bigfoot riding a unicorn. I am also completely ignoring the Saleen Mustang in the left hand corner because Pike Cars!!!!
* I should have known better
The machines are taking over. The first step in their world domination is to pose as innocent enthusiasts selling unique and rare vehicles to scam us out of our hard earned money. What follows is one of the most ignorant text message dialogues I’ve ever had with a
seller bot on Craigslist.