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Incendiary Post of the Day
My sister-in-law has a theory about cars: they are a reflection of the women of the country. Here goes…
Italian cars are stunning and exciting, but extremely temperamental.
Japanese cars are dependable and practical … and boring.
Russian cars look good on paper, but they always end up being more trouble than they are worth.
Swedish cars can handle anything. Just don’t expect a conversation.
American cars are very comfortable, the best for long journeys. Also, supersized.
German cars are the ultimate driving machine. When they are not in the shop.
French cars have personality and style, but are exasperatingly unreliable.
English cars are pretty good, but there is always something a bit wrong with their electrical system…
Did I miss anyone?
Published in General
‘Any customer can have a car painted any colour that he wants so long as it is black.’
Hey, pal, save that stuff for the Quote of the Day. 😉
American
womencars are high horsepower so they accelerate quickly, but with the stamina to go the distance. They’re also sturdy and can take a pounding for manyyearsmiles. Finally, no matter what year they were made, they get better looking with age, even if they are considered classic.God bless American
womencars!It’s ‘Murica; you can get whatever you want. You want a muscle car with horsepower and chrome to spare? We got it.
You want that Eye-talian hot rod with the sleek curves that corners like nobody’s business? We got it.
You want that fine-tuned piece of German engineering that won’t let you down and won’t even let you go even two miles past the oil change point? We got it.
You want the blocky Yugo that lumbers about, is unreliable, but is cheap as hell? We got it.
We’re America. We ain’t limited to a wee little stereotype.
I miss my ‘Vette (wiping a tear) . . .
My Lexus SC430 is definitely not boring. But I’ve never dated a Japanese girl. (Those giant eyes are kind of cute though.)
My girlfriend is German, but I haven’t noticed any breakdowns yet. Though, coincidentally, she told me today that her VW had to go back into the shop with some problem or other.
So maybe I lucked into the right car, and the right girl.
Oooo, my dream car!
Holdens designed by Holden were outstanding cars.
Or at any rate tempermental. Most Fiats weren’t stunning unless the hood dropped on your head, but it wasn’t entirely a joke that FIAT stood for “Fix it again, Tony.”
Speaking of English vehicles, if you ever wanted to see a real kluge, just look how MG converted MGAs, MGBs (maybe others but I saw those myself) from right hand drive to left hand drive. I knew a guy who bought as his first bike (and survived!) a brand new ’70 or ’71 Norton Commando. He claimed he never had to change the oil, just top it up every week or two.
If you count East Germany as a separate country there was the Trabant.
Czechoslovakia made and the Czech Republic now makes cars.
A lot of countries have small companies making small numbers of supercars.
I miss my SLK.
I learned to drive in a 1949 Dodge B series pickup with the pilot-house cab. I wish my family hadn’t sold it.
How about Skodas from the Czech Republic? They go back a long way.
Well, I had a Ford Pinto once, but I don’t miss it much.
Found on road, dead.
Fix or repair daily.
Same suspension and weight, I think,
Sometime in the ’60s I was talking to this guy whose house I
wouldcould pass on the way to school. I was drooling over his Cobra with a 289 in it. He also had this sort of boxy sedan. I asked him what it was; it was a BMW 1800. Then he tells me this story about having been driving out on some back roads and racing a guy in an American muscle car; I think it might have been a Camaro with a big V8. The muscle car would pull away on the straightaways but the BMW would pass in the twisties. He ended it by parking at a roadside cafe. The guy in the muscle car parks and comes up to him and asks “what the heck do you have in that thing?” And the BMW owner answers, “Oh, a 110 cubic inch overhead cam semi-hemi straight four.”Indian cars are like Bollywood. Always the drama, but after some song and dance they (eventually) get you there.
40 years ago, I was at an engineering conference and a bunch of us were sitting around at lunch reminiscing about the good old days. Someone mentioned a car with a 450 cubic inch engine. A couple of guys from Germany looked blank. Someone turned to them and said, that’s 7.5 liters to you. One of the Germans exclaimed, “My Gott, zat is a truck!”
Did you have to double-clutch it?
Kia or Hyundai?
Ssang-yong!
It still might be better than finding yourself on the wrong side of an angry Israeli woman😜
Didn’t answer My question.
I think it’s funny that @iwe also wrote a pro-eugenics post, but this one is advertised as “incendiary”. :-)
Is black really a color?
I don’t come to Ricochet to find people who already agree with me – there is no fun in that.