Friday, May 13, 2016

Friday Car Pr0n #121

Woo. Been a while since I posted anything. I've been trying to wrap my head around political and other stuff, and haven't been able to say much without incoherent sputtering. With that said, here's the latest in the car pics. Continuing with a trend, here's another car that would find its way into the other Jay's Garage...


Third generation Toyota Celica. Learned to drive standard on one of these. Liftback, not coupe. Dunno why I loved the car so much, other than it was a 5-speed and rear wheel drive and just a stupid fun car at a time when cars really weren't all that much fun. Growing up as a child of the 1980s, I watched the Thunderbird go from the bloated '70s land yacht to the neutered six-banger in the '80s. Dodge eschewed pretty much all V8s in favor of 4-cylinder turbos. And GM? Putting the Iron Duke 2.5L I4 in the third generation Camaro is an abomination unto Nuggan.

When gas economy forced out the big V8, pure raw power was out. Cars like the Celica, Nissan 280 ZX, Volkswagen GTI and others started to fill the niche. They weren't as powerful as the generation of muscle cars that preceded them, but they could be made to corner pretty well; if you couldn't pin your buddy to the passenger seat through raw acceleration, you could make him grab blindly for the oh s**t handle as you tore around corners.

And I'm not telling whether or not I got the inside rear wheel of my '86 GTI off the ground in a tight corner...

That is all.

Monday, May 2, 2016

The *Real* Problem With HB2...

Ever since North Carolina passed House Bill 2, we've been treated to celebrities voicing their displeasure with the law, municipalities threatening to cease all business with the state of NC (even when none existed previously), businesses denouncing the state and other assorted noise condemning the action. As usual, there's plenty of heaping piles of hypocrisy around - there are plenty of cases like the link where a company that refuses to do business in North Carolina is happy to work in middle eastern countries.

But that's not my issue.

No, the real problem as I see it is simple. The real problem with HB2 has been completely and utterly ignored. I've seen folks on "my" side of many issues make the claim that the actions in NC are much like what the gun grabbers do: They've passed a law based on what someone *might* do, much like gun grabbers pass laws about guns.

The problem, as I see it, is that there is anything in the past sentence after "law."

The real issue, as I see it, is that the state of North Carolina has passed a law that addressed, well, nothing. Anything that might happen that HB2 would prevent are already illegal - does it matter what plumbing the person in the stall next to you has if they're peering over the top of the stall at your junk? Is someone intent on kidnapping a child for whatever sick purposes they have in mind going to give a hairy rat's patoot that they aren't allowed in that particular bathroom?

It's a completely useless law that doesn't change a damn thing and only adds to a growing pile of unnecessary litigation. Period. Full stop. No matter what your views might happen to be on trans-gendered people, homosexuals, whatever, HB2 is just plain government overreaching. It's no different than the flag-burning amendment crap that was all the rage back in the late '80s. Look, if someone wants to burn a flag, that's their right (assuming, of course, that it's *their* flag to begin with). I don't like it, but guess what? The First Amendment is never so useful as it is protecting the speech we don't like.

Here's the thing: If a person of [opposite gender] walks into your restroom, if they go into a stall to do their business (or to a urinal if so plumbed), what in blue blazes does it matter? If they're staring at your junk, that's actionable. We don't need another law taking up space to prevent them from walking in. We have laws that cover stalking, being a pervert, etc. Use the damn laws that are already on the books. Don't just start flinging new ones around.

But then again, no one ever made a name for themselves proposing that we simply prosecute the breaking of existing laws...

That is all.

Friday, April 29, 2016

Friday Car Pr0n #120

Been a hectic week, so car pr0n is all we get, sorry...

One of my personal favorites when it comes to automobiles in general are the sleepers. You know, the cars that look perfectly normal but have a ridiculously oversize engine stuffed under the hood. Or a redonkulous blower/turbo/supercharger. Nitrous. JATO. That sort of thing. With that said, here's one similar to a car a friend owned:


1971 Oldsmobile Cutlass S. His was tan, with a black vinyl top. Rather than the stock Olds mag wheels, it had plain aluminum hubcaps and whitewall tires, too. Under the hood, though, was an Olds Rocket 350. A respectable 325 horsepower (remember, the holy grail for muscle cars at the time was a 1:1 cubic inch to horsepower rating) gave the "S" way more power than it needed.

And the power hit the rear wheels by way of a Hurst Dual Gate shifter, sometimes called the "His and Hers". Park, Reverse and Neutral were standard, but then the shifter split. On one side (the "Hers", remember this was still the 1960s when it rolled out) was the standard D-2-1 configuration that required no input from the driver. On the other side, pre-dating "autostick" type transmissions by several decades, was a 1-2-3 configuration that required the car be placed in "1" at a stop, then manually shifted into second and third.

We were out one night and my buddy had had a couple too many, so he let me drive his Cutlass. It had transmission problems and wouldn't shift right, so he advised me to take it out on the highway and floor it - this often solved the problem. I hit 90 MPH (the statute of limitations on speeding should be up, right?) and backed off, thinking that the car had finally shifted out of second and into third.

He chided me, because the car had only shifted into second gear at that point...

That is all.

Friday, April 22, 2016

Friday Car Pr0n #119

Okay, so the mythical parking garage I'm going to build when I hit the SuperMegaPowerAwesomeBall is going to have a generous section for oversize vehicles. Like this Roadtrek:


Oh, sure, there'd be a larger motorhome no doubt, either a diesel pusher or a larger Class C, but one of the sleek Class B's like the RoadTrek would be an awesome road trip machine. Consider, too, that there would most likely be multiple homes involved, I could see spending quite a bit of time on the road. The size of the Class B makes it *much* easier to maneuver on the highway and even in small cities, but it still has enough comfort to stay overnight in a campground, WalMart parking lot or truck stop/rest area.

Sure, for longer exploration or week-long stays I'd want a larger motorhome with bump-out sections for the bed and couch/dinette and a lift on the back for the Harley. But to travel between the cabin in Montana and the ranch in Texas? Take the family out to California to visit their cousins and see the U.S. at the same time? I think the Class B would be just the thing. The true appeal is that it's just large enough to sleep 2-4 of us, but small enough to navigate most anywhere smaller than NYC/Boston/DC.

No worries, other options will appear as well...

That is all.

Tuesday, April 19, 2016

More Things About Which I'm Curious...

We're hearing an awful lot about the terrible financial burden being placed on both college students and their parents to finance higher education. Some politicans {cough}feelthebern{cough} blame banks for the burden, as though evil bankers are running around putting guns to the heads of college students and forcing them to take loans at 180% interest.

Then there's stories like this:

Massachusetts man fights $250G student loan debt for his 3 kids
A Massachusetts man who owes about $250,000 he borrowed to put three children through college has won a major court victory in his effort to have the debt forgiven.

The Boston Globe reports that a federal appeals court has urged a bankruptcy judge to consider a settlement with the company that holds the loans to allow Robert Murphy, of Duxbury, to erase the debt.
Really, there's just so much wrong with this story, I don't know where to begin. On its face, it seems like a loving father that got in too much debt putting his kids through college. I can see that happening, especially if his kids got into prestigious Ivy League schools and didn't qualify for financial aid.

Except for this story that sheds a little more light on the situation. Like this:
Murphy sought to discharge the $246,000 he still owed on a dozen Parent Plus loans he took out between 2001 and 2007 to send two of his children to Loyola University Maryland and a third to the University of Connecticut and Bridgewater State.

“If I knew I was going to be in the situation I am today, I wouldn’t have borrowed,” Murphy said. Even though he was unemployed when the government issued him most of the loans, he said, he believed he’d find another high-paying job and be able to repay them.
Wait, wait wait... "Most" of the loans were issued when he was unemployed? He took on a minimum of a little more than half that debt after losing his job? And was unemployed for 14 years? Holy lack of personal responsibility, Batman!

But that's not what got me going. What got me going was that this guy spent nearly a quarter of a million dollars sending three kids to college, and one of the kids went to state schools.

No one else sees the real problem here? Bridgewater State - NOW - is under $10K a year for tuition, fees, and books. U Conn out of state (but in New England) is $20K a year. Assuming a 50:50 mix, let's say $50K of dear old dad's debt is from the one kid going to state schools.

That means the other $200K is split between the other two kids. $100K each, or $25K a year, in 2001 dollars. I tried to get a handle on whether this is reasonable or not, so I looked up the cost of Loyola University Maryland. Take a guess what a year costs there. Just guess.

$43,800.

It's $58,800 when you tally up room & board, meals, fees, etc. That doesn't even factor in books, so easily over $60K a year once you factor in books and other educational costs. $60K. Sounds like dad got off light.

Why is no one talking about the elephant in the room? Why is no one questioning why on earth it costs a gorram CADILLAC EVERY YEAR to go to a private university? Politicians complain about the loans, about the interest rates, etc. but no one bats an eye at a school charging over $60 grand a year? FWIW, Harvard is about the same price. U. Mass Amherst is $28K a year (in-state) with tuition, fees, room and board. A middle-of-the-road state school is nearly $30K a year?

Check this out, for U. Mass. In 1996, tuition and fees (MA schools "held tuition constant" while raising "fees" every year so they could claim, with a straight face, that "tuition" hasn't increased...) were $5,500. In 2015-2016, they were $14,100. In 20 years - one generation - the cost to go to U. Mass Amherst has very nearly tripled. The average cost of a car in 1996 was $16,000. If the price of cars kept pace with state college tuition, a new Toyota Corolla would cost $48,000. Instead, it costs $17,300, a tiny fraction of an increase in 20 years.

So, no. I don't buy it when some mealy-mouthed politician says that banks are the problem behind the high price of college.

But no one's asking why the price of college has tripled in a generation. No one. Bernie Sanders wants to give college away for free - sure, Bern, tell us how that's going to work. You've got college tuition kicking the living snot out of inflation, but magically it's going to become free thanks to... um... your magic unicorns? All of a sudden administrators and professors are going to administrate and profess for free? Pull the other one, it's got bells on.

But yeah, the real scandal is that a college loan interest rate is very slightly higher than that of a new car...

That is all.

Monday, April 18, 2016

Triple "S"...

The dreaded "Special Snowflake Syndrome." I don't know if I'm just noticing it more lately or if things are changing, but the number of people I see out in public completely and utterly unaware that there are other humans in their little life's play seems to be growing.

Like this douchebag:


He's not in a parking space. That's the entry way to the local warehouse store. Because people often buy large, heavy items like furniture and appliances, the "curb" isn't - so jackass parked there. There are parking spaces galore, but none were apparently close enough for Senor Jackass, so up on the curb he goes.

Of course, this same area is frequently a site for other SSS's. I see people who pull up, leaving their running automobile directly in the travel lane while they load their purchases into it. It is not uncommon to see vehicles half-out into the main travel lane, either; it's like they just randomly decide "Oh, here's a good place to stop" because in their minds, there are no other humans on the planet.

The worst, in my opinion, are the ones that will sit in a running car right next to an empty parking space while someone else runs into the store for a quick errand. There's nothing as exciting as moving around one of these mouthbreathers only to find one of their kindred spirit blithely backing out of a parking space without even so much as a cursory glance. Ah, excitement.


And yet people think we'll have "self-driving" cars any time in our lifetimes. Um, no. Unless the government takes a very active role in getting "human driving" cars off the road, it ain't gonna happen. All it's going to take is one erratic human to screw up an entire line of self-driving cars to cause all sorts of mischief and mayhem.

I think Mencken said it best: "No one ever went broke underestimating the intelligence of the American public"...

That is all.

Friday, April 15, 2016

[Insert Incoherent Sputtering]

Bono: send Amy Schumer and Chris Rock to fight Islamic State
Never one for holding back on an opinion, Bono has come up with a new way of destroying Islamic State – not with bombs, but with belly laughs. The U2 singer said sending comedians such as Amy Schumer and Sacha Baron Cohen would be an effective alternative to airstrikes.

Bono was speaking in front of a Senate subcommittee on Tuesday 12 April, during a wide-ranging discussion on the Middle East and the refugee crisis. He said: “Don’t laugh. I think comedy should be deployed. It’s like, you speak violence, you speak their language. But you laugh at them, when they’re goose-stepping down the street, and it takes away their power. So, I’m suggesting that the Senate send in Amy Schumer, and Chris Rock, and Sacha Baron Cohen, thank you.”
Okay, let's start with the first WTF. What the bloody hell is *BONO* - a washed-up, has-been former celebrity who used to, at one point in his career, been able to sing - doing appearing before a US Senate subcommittee on ISIS and terrorism? Really, WTF? Did someone think that "Sunday, Bloody Sunday" made him an expert on terrorism?

Or, more likely, did they think that bringing in a celebrity that Boomers and GenX'ers are familiar with would generate more interest in the hearing, and bring attention to their attempt to "Do Something About This"?

Secondly, this is the crappiest load of crap anyone ever crapped. Look, I know it's in vogue to send in washed up singers after terrorist attacks and all, but really? You think sending comedians - female Jewish comedians, at that - to combat a group known for beheading, crucifying, drowning and even immolating those it disagree with is a good idea? Honestly?

What's funny - not in the "ha,ha" way - is that my last post centered on Bruce Springsteen and his *SUPER* brave stance on NC. Specifically, it's over NC's alleged mistreatment of the trans-gendered community in how people who identify with different genders can or cannot use certain restrooms. Whether you agree with Springsteen, North Carolina, or are somewhere in between, there is one unmistakable fact:

Every single person that this "law" allegedly affects would be brutally slaughtered by ISIS. 

You are born a male but identify as a woman? Here in America, you *might* face some prejudice and be forced to use a male bathroom. In Syria, Iraq and other areas dominated by ISIS? They throw you off a gorram building. Perspective. Get some. Dealing with prejudice is never fun. Dealing with homicidal maniacs, though, is decidedly less fun.

It's quite telling who Hollywood thinks we should treat more harshly, isn't it? North Carolina gets boycotts, threats, and hatred. ISIS gets a standup routine.

No, Bono, No. We don't send entertainers. We send B-52 bombers. Lots of 'em. We kill these crazy bastards until they give up. If they don't give up, we kill enough of them that they cease to be a threat. Period. Mockery certainly has its place, but it also has its time. When ISIS is actively controlling large parts of entire countries and sponsoring terrorism around the world is not the time to fall back on an aggressive campaign of sarcasm and potty jokes.

It's time to be shooting these evil mo-fos in the face and bombing them into oblivion, THEN we can mock their failed ideology.

That is all.

Monday, April 11, 2016

I'm Curious...

Bruce Springsteen cancels N.C. show over anti-LGBT law
The LBGT community in North Carolina just got a big show of solidarity from none other than Bruce Springsteen.

The rock icon announced Friday on his official website that he is canceling Sunday's scheduled show in Greensboro to protest the state's newly passed House Bill 2 — dubbed the "bathroom law" — which dictates which public restrooms may be used by transgender individuals and prevents LGBT individuals to sue over human rights violations in the workplace.
First off, I have a problem with this being called an "anti-gay" or "anti-LGBT" law, but that's a post for a different time. I'm afraid this is going to lead to every establishment open to the public having to make 16 - 20 different bathrooms, leading to an ever-escalating "bathroom equality war" where we have new and unique special snowflakes that need to be catered to. Honestly, the bathroom is binary: you have an innie or an outie. Period. I don't see why this is an issue at all.

Secondly, to get something else out of the way: Springsteen has every right in the world to cancel his concert. Happens all the time, often over illness or weather-related or any other number of instances. It's his show, his rules. If he honestly feels that strongly, good on him for taking a stance.

What I really want to know, though, is this: What do you suppose the Venn diagram of "people that applaud Springsteen's decision to cancel his show in NC" and "people who think Christian bakers should be forced to make cakes for gay weddings" looks like? I'd wager that's pretty close to a circle. To be intellectually honest and consistent, if you think someone that provides a service (whether that be a baker or a singer) should be forced to provide said service to their public regardless of how they feel about said public, then Springsteen should have been forced to put on that concert.

The whole "Christian bakers need to be forced to make cakes" business is ludicrous to say the least. It's a free-market solution in search of a problem: I'd wager there's plenty of bakers out there perfectly happy to take your money in exchange for a cake. I'd wager there's plenty that would make a cake for the Lord High Chuthulu as long as your money's green. If a baker feels so principled that they would turn away perfectly good cash money, well, power to them. Maybe they'll make their business up making cakes for other small-minded people.

Then again, I have to wonder about the mindset of someone that would want to eat a cake prepared by someone they forced to make it...

That is all.

Friday, April 8, 2016

Friday Car Pr0n #118

So, we're onto the next "lottery" car for me. This one's one of the odder ducks in the mythical G. garage:


1970s Lincoln Mark V. One of my aunts had a mid-'70s Mark V, in the deep burgundy red color. She watched my sister and I occasionally when we were growing up, and I loved hearing that Aunt Mary would be watching us, because there was a chance she'd need to run errands. Running errands meant that we got to ride in the Lincoln.

It was such a treat, I would often go whole minutes without teasing my sister...

I don't know exactly what it was about the car that just struck me. It might have been the wide white walls, or the continental kit on the trunk, or maybe just the super plush seats. I remember it riding like a cloud; given the poor road conditions in New England from snow and ice, the car must have had one heck of a suspension. While Cadillacs are my first love for luxury cars, a Mark V would have to be part of the motor pool just for Aunt Mary...

It's one of the few non-muscle Ford's I'd be interested in, actually...

That is all.

Friday, April 1, 2016

Friday Car Pr0n #117

Okay, so I took a week off last week. I was on vacation. I ran out of gas. I... I had a flat tire. I didn't have enough money for cab fare. My tux didn't come back from the cleaners. An old friend came in from out of town. Someone stole my car. There was an earthquake. A terrible flood. Locusts! IT WASN'T MY FAULT, I SWEAR TO GOD!

Okay, that may have been Jake Blues, now that I think about it...

So, the next car series. I've done my favorites. I've done the year-matched variants. I've been trying to think of what interesting spin I could put on the weekly car pic. Obviously, it's gotta be something unique, right?

And then it came to me. Lottery cars. If I hit the $300 million Powerball, one of the things I'd do would be to build a massive house on several hundred acres. Attached to that house would be a multi-story parking garage. I'd have several dozen cars, easy, and a mechanic on retainer to care for them all. With that said, what would make up this garage?


1959 Cadillac El Dorado Biarritz convertible. It would cost me dearly, but I would have one restored from the ground up, as close to original as possible. I'd also have a second one built using a modern donor frame, engine, transmission, etc. I'd wager with the Dodge supercharged 6.2L Hemi V8 under the hood, fiberglass body panels, etc. it would move pretty well. Or go old-school and drop a GM 454 big block in it. Hard to say what color I'd want - the salmon color is more rare, but damn that red looks good.

It'd be a great car to drive in parades and such. And the fins. Oh, the fins. The late, great Harley Earl -  the man we can thank for the Corvette - designed this beauty, and it shows. It's a reminder of a different time in America, when you could be the first on your block to have a car the size of your block...

There's something about a Cadillac, there really is. I briefly owned a 1983 Coupe DeVille, at a time when people seemed incapable of driving around me without crashing into me. After two bad wrecks (one totaled my Toyota van, the other came close to totaling my Plymouth Sundance) in 8 months, I went out and bought the biggest, heaviest chunk of Detroit iron I could find.

One summer, going up to a friend's cabin in Maine, we brought up a full complement of camping gear - tent, air mattress, sleeping bags, camp chairs, etc. on top of clothes, food, and other necessities for the long weekend. There was plenty of room in the trunk - despite four snow tires already being there. Oh, and believe it or not, the car got low 20s for gas mileage, and with a 25-gallon tank had a range well in excess of 500 miles.

Sadly, it was 14 years old at the time and took more time and effort to keep running than it was worth...

That is all.

Sunday, March 27, 2016

He Is Risen

Continuing what appears to be a MArooned tradition at this point...


Matthew 28:1-10

After the Sabbath, at dawn on the first day of the week, Mary Magdalene and the other Mary went to look at the tomb. There was a violent earthquake, for an angel of the Lord came down from heaven and, going to the tomb, rolled back the stone and sat on it. His appearance was like lightning, and his clothes were white as snow. The guards were so afraid of him that they shook and became like dead men.
 
The angel said to the women, "Do not be afraid, for I know that you are looking for Jesus, who was crucified. He is not here; he has risen, just as he said. Come and see the place where he lay. Then go quickly and tell his disciples: 'He has risen from the dead and is going ahead of you into Galilee. There you will see him.' Now I have told you."
 
So the women hurried away from the tomb, afraid yet filled with joy, and ran to tell his disciples. Suddenly Jesus met them. "Greetings," he said. They came to him, clasped his feet and worshiped him. Then Jesus said to them, "Do not be afraid. Go and tell my brothers to go to Galilee; there they will see me." (NIV)



Today we celebrate His Resurrection. Rejoice.

That is all.

Tuesday, March 15, 2016

The Trumpening...

*sigh*

I honestly think that Trump jumped into the very crowded GOP race for the nomination thinking, "hey, this is a month or two's worth of free advertising. I can't possibly hurt my brand any more than I already have; why not benefit from some free press?" He figured he'd drop a few bombs, say a few outrageous things, then drop out when it became apparent he had no f**king clue what he was doing.

Then he started doing well in the polls.

I wonder if he saw his stock starting to rise, thought to himself, "S**t. Now what? I've been in this about as long as I thought I'd last and I keep doing better. Better ratchet up the stupid crap, drop more outlandish bombs, and get drummed out so I can get back to doing whatever it is I actually do that makes me a billionaire."

And he *kept* doing well.

No matter how outlandish he gets, no matter what stupid drivel comes out of his mouth, the people appear to be eating it up. He yells at reporters, has people escorted out of his press conferences, tells people (essentially) to get bent, and has issue perfect non-answer politician-speak when confronted about the actual issues. He has expended the greatest amount of words to say exactly nothing in a generation.

And he's winning primaries.

I honestly can't explain it. I mean, I get that the pool isn't exactly brimming with likable, talented politicians. I think you could probably distill all of them and *maybe* get half a decent pol (if such a critter exists). Cruz is the least detestable of the bunch, but he keeps going all GOD BOY and will be easy for the left to destroy - simply toss out some ZOMG ABORTION or GAY MARRIAGE shiny and watch him froth. Rubio? I honestly can't tell what distinguishes Rubio from, well, any other GOP politician since Bush Sr.  - naturally I figured he'd get the nod.

And it's not that Trump is bucking the establishment, either - hell, he *is* the establishment. Guy's been holed up in uber-liberal NY donating to every Dem that puts their hand out; it defies credibility to think this guy isn't neck-deep in the same good old boy/business-as-usual BS that has helped us get further into this mess as we progress. And yes, Bush helped, as did Obama. "Too big to fail", bailouts, etc. If you think for one second that President Trump wouldn't reward cronies and punish adversaries, well, I'll see if I can stop the turnip truck so you can get back on.

What scares me, what really scares me, is that I can't tell which would be worse: President Clinton, or President Trump. Whoever gets the "W" does get to pick at least one US Supreme Court Justice, and I have to believe that Trump would pick someone better than Clinton. Especially since Clinton has already praised Obama as a possibility. If more Justices need replacing, though, it becomes even more critical that "NotHillary" be the winner in November.

Except for one thing: Gridlock. Hillary! gets the win, the GOP maintains its hold on the House and Senate and we (hopefully) spend the next four years heaving blame and not doing much else. Trump wins, and he's got two years to really f**k things up before the country tosses the GOP out in favor of the other party. Handing the House and Senate over to the Dems in time for a 2020 drubbing is a recipe for disaster.

Really, I'm rooting for an asteroid and/or alien invasion/zombie outbreak at this point...

That is all.

Thursday, March 10, 2016

Reunited...

So, I got the Toyota back. Looks pretty good, too...


Also got the final tally on the damage: $6,300. Yeah. While the initial damage didn't look too bad, apparently once the body shop took the old hatch off (they replaced with a new one rather than try to hammer the dent out) and started digging into it, the damage was far more extensive than it looked on the outside. Of course, I had an inkling that was the case, which is why I didn't drive the car after the wreck except for the appraisal...

And when I dropped the RAV4 off at the shop to be fixed, a pile of plastic parts fell out of the bumper...

Next step is trying to recover my losses. There's the deductible, for starters. $500 out of my pocket to get the car fixed in a reasonable time period. Medical bills and lost wages are next, and then what I hear is the hardest loss to recover: diminished value. My car will be worth less when I trade it in or sell it because it has been in an accident; depending on how long I hold onto it, it could be a significant amount of money. Where the 'Yota is only 6 months old, this might be worth pursuing.

Of course, if my back doesn't stop hurting that might be a moot point...

That is all.

Friday, March 4, 2016

Friday Car Pr0n #116

Well, we reached the end of the numerical car posts. I'll have to come up with something new starting next week, I guess. I have an idea what I'm going to do, so stay tuned! For now, here's the last numerical car pic:


2016 Lamborghini Centenario. So-called because 2016 is the year Ferruccio Lamborghini would have turned 100. 760 horsepower V12. Functional hood scoops. Based loosely on the Aventador, the latest Lambo is pretty much the super car di tutti supercars (see what I did there, with the Italian?)

Yeah, it's kinda cheating going with another Lamborghini, but there weren't a lot of new models introduced in 2016. Most were concept cars, new generations of existing models, or limited-market vehicles (meaning non-US). Besides, Lamborghini. Having grown up as a teenager in the 1980s, the name "Lamborghini" conjures up images of scissor doors and cheesy racing movies.

And in the 1980s, we had Ronald Reagan as president, so excuse me for reliving that period...

That is all.

Tuesday, March 1, 2016

Diminishing Returns...

Six months ago I drove a Dodge Ram. 



I went to a RAV4 for better gas mileage. 



I've been driving a PT Cruiser since the accident.

(this is TheBoy's car. More on that later...)

Now I have a Versa for a rental.


If *anything* else happens, they're going to have to issue me a clown car or an MG Midget...



I really hope nothing else happens...

That is all.