Stop being such debbie downers.
. . . Fuck you gawker. Let me upload pics without text you nubile doughboys.
It took me a while, but I learned how to drive stick (and how easy it is to break speed limits...and palm trees/fences) on this; a 2003 VW Jetta Wolfsburg, which was pretty reliable, as these things go.
More craigslist fun. I know, curse of jalopnik, Volvo 240, yadda yadda, but it's their success in the 24 hours of LeMons and the engine swap potential (Olds V8 in such a sensible and easy to upgrade chassis? Yes please.), plus the easy junkyard parts availability, that make me want a 240. This one in particular: the…
My reaction to finding Grolsch in the old swing top bottles.
The king of hoopties.
Messin' around with old scans.
My car decided to puke out some gas today, after a little bit of driving. Something isn't venting right, since it came out from around the gas cap. I had only been driving for ten minutes, and it's about 70 degrees outside right now. I have about 17 gallons in the 21 gallon tank.
Because rally Escort
When I visited the epic Virginia junkyard last summer, I had my first encounter with the Renault Daulphine. I also got stung on the head by a wasp. That, coupled with the August heatwave that had temperatures hovering in the high 90s and a 1963 Olds Super 88, gave me delirious visions of 4 Daulphine bodies chopped up…
Neil Young does grunge better than most grunge bands.
I have no idea how this picture came out the way it is.
If only Oldsmobile had stuck with the desert racing/aluminum V8 shenanigans.
I am the law.
It's been over a year since my most epic junkyard trip ever.