Seriously, some cultural icons should never be turned into advertisements.
I’m sure that Patrick McGoohan is turning over in his grave:
Yes, I know that this appears to be over 20 years old. The styling for the car is clearly 1980s, which implies that McGoohan approved, but I still do not approve.
I did not “butt check” the seats
Not a great job of parking
The name plate is clear here
Interior looks well laid out
Big honking cooling fans
It looks rather conventional from the front
An environmental performance sticker
The fact that it is basically a Lotus chassis shows
Yep, it’s a Tesla Roadster.
I guess that people with more bucks than brains.
I just could not bring myself to take a $107,000.00 (!) sports car to the grocery store.
I’m just not a car guy, I guess.
So, of course, the DMV took it back:
Over 100,000!!!!!
My car, a 1998 Saturn, which I got from my Grandmother when she stopped driving about 5 years ago, broke 100,000 miles on the odometer yesterday.
I think that the car had about 22K when we got it.
I had been wondering when someone would combine the fuel economy advantages of a hybrid with the fuel economy benefits of a diesel.
Well it’s Pugeout, whose 3008 Hybrid4 stakes out this ground.
In typical French fashion, their hybrid system is kind of offbeat, the 163 hp turbo-diesel engine drives the front wheels, with a 37 hp electric motor driving the rear wheels, with the road serving to keep the two drives in sync.
I’m not sure how it shapes up efficiency wise, it would appear that regenerative braking applies only to the rear wheels, but it does allow for the car to function in 4 wheel drive mode.
The Truck is Here
It Hooks Up
It’s Pulls It Up
Ready to Roll to the Bone Yard
Play It Off, Elton
As I mentioned a month and half ago, my wife’s Honda Odyssey died, and we got a new car.
Well, we finally completed arrangements, and donated the car to Kars4Kids, and they picked up the car, a 1994 Honda Odyssey.
If I recall correctly, we picked it up in 1998, used, and when it breathed its last, it had 262,930 miles, so it was not a bad run.
I’m glad that this is finally over and done with, but there is a bit of melencholy associsted with the event.
In any case, scroll down for your dose of Elton John.
2 weeks ago, we bought a Mazda5 mini-minivan, a 2009 with about 36K miles on it.
On Tuesday, with the temperatures well over 100°, the “Check Engine” light went on.
So, my wife calls the dealer, it’s still under warranty, after all, and is told that they cannot see her until Monday.
Well, I tell her to take it to our mechanic, Marks Motors in Owings Mills, and he puts it on a scanner, and the scan code reads, “loose gas cap,” which was probably created by a juxtaposition of an improperly installed gas cap, screwed up by yours truly, and the heat of the day.
So, this car, which has more electronics on it than all of NORAD did in 1967, has a sensor to detect a loose gas cap.
This is a good thing. A loose gas cap spews pollutants into the atmosphere.
But still I wonder whatever possessed the designers of the car to display this as engine fault, rather than flashing something saying “tighten your gas cap.”
Why send someone on a premature trip to the mechanic for a damn loose gas cap?
It’s a nice car, but this is a truly bone-headed human interface decision.
My wife’s 1994 Honda Odyssey died 2 weeks ago, with 280,000 miles on it, and we have been looking for a replacment.
Well, we settled on a 2009 Mazda5 mini-minivan with about 36K miles on it. It seats 6, but is a somewhat smaller than our old Odyssey, and much smaller than what the Odyssey has grown into since.
It has a rather un-minivan-ish feel to it, and it drives nicely.
My wife is now pondering a name for it.
My though is that it’s an inanimate object, so just call it a car.
OK, so I was rear ended today, and it’s the first Monday of Daylight Savings Time, and now, I’ve spent the last 1½ hours dealing with my wife having a flat tire.
Well, at least with that, we have our three bad things.
*Not my line, I am quoting insane comic book artist Dave Sim.
11 days ago, my wife’s car’s timing belt broke.
This morning, at about 7:10, while stopped behind a school bus, I was rear-ended, and pushed into the car in front of me.
If anyone saw a black 2 door small hatchback driving rapidly along Gwynnbrook east of Owings Mills Blvd with some damage to the grill (or so I assume, I never saw the front), please contact me.
I don’t hurt, at least not yet, and the car drives fine, though I am not sure if I can open the hood which is bent.
Still, on the assumption that these things happen in 3s, I’m expecting demonic possession of our lawn mower.
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Ummm….There are so many jokes here, but I’ll just note that since she’s shaved, we’ll never know if the carpet matches the drapes:
A Florida Highway Patrol officer has admitted his incredulity at a woman who pranged her car while shaving her privates.
Megan Mariah Barnes, 37, was driving her Thunderbird in Key West last week when she piled into the back of a Chevrolet pickup carrying four people. Or rather, although she was in the driver’s seat, it was actually her ex-hubby Charles Judy who was holding the wheel while she tidied herself up down below.
A Highway Patrol spokesman explained that the pair drove on for about a kilometre down the road before pulling the old driver/passenger switcheroo – unsurprising since Barnes was the day before “convicted and sentenced to nine months of probation for DUI and driving with a suspended licence”, deprived of her licence for five years and “ordered to get her car impounded”.
Just when I think that things can’t get any weirder, the weird turn pro.
My wife’s car crapped out on I-795 yesterday, and we just got the word: broken timing belt.
It’s a honda, so bent valves are a distinct possibility.
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Oh My God it’s the Barney Car!
It’s the Barney car!I knew that it was wrong and evil, and I posted such, though I think that at tht time I focused more on stupid than evil.
Well, now now I have proof that it’s not just stupid, it’s Evil (beginning with a capital “e” and ending with a sputter).
Tekeli li!! Tekeli li!! Tekeli li!! Tekeli li!!
H/t Oggie at the Shortskoolbus BBS for the Photoshop.
No, this does not look macho!I know that it’s kind of like shooting fish in a barrel, but the idea that Dodge will reinvigorate interest in it’s muscle cars with “Furious Fuchsia” special edition Chargers is just too stupid to ignore.
Fuchsia? Seriously?
What the hell were you thinking?
Seriously, real men don’t even know the world fuchsia.*
This is an aesthetic right up there with the AMC Pacer.
Sharon† looked at the picture, and said that she, “Wouldn’t be caught dead in it,” so the minivan driving mother segment doesn’t like it either.
*Full disclosure: I’m not a real man, even if I do detest quiche, and I can’t spell fuchsia.
†Love of my life, light of the cosmos, she who must be obeyed, my wife.
Hint: The car ain’t a Hyundai, regardless of the license plate frame and hood ornament.
H/t Bill Volk
Dartz Prombron Monaco Red Diamond Edition
Just when you think that the world cannot get more crassly commercial, we are told that a Russian armored car manufacturer has created the Dartz Prombron Monaco Red Diamond Edition, which has:
As well as a Kevlar skin, because, if it’s an armored car, you want a Kevlar skin.
Great googly moogly.
H/t Marginal Revolution.
James Bond’s Astin-Martin DB5 from Goldfinger, even though it no longer has any gadgets.
I assume that this puts me in a not particularly select group of people, numbering in what might be the hundreds of millions.
Of course, I also wish that Q had been my uncle. Just imagine the birthday gifts….”It’s a pen, Matthew, but it’s also is a laser and a poison dart gun.!
Thankfully a non-injury auto accident.
Status of car is OK, but with an added dent, and she’s off to the chiropractor.
From her description, theother car, which apparently had blowout, and spun into her, was more seriously damaged, and she ended up pointing the wrong way on I-83, she got lucky.
Her back is bothering her a bit, probably because she tensed up, so she is at the chiropractors.
That is the name for Porsche’s new electronic automatic transmission on its 911.
You gotta love the German language.