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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?
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Chevys have some too:
https://www.allacronyms.com/CHEVY
“What is the color when black is burned?”
-Neil Young (likely under the influence at the time)
Japan is so known for its strange thing that they have a word for it: Widget, a vocalization of WJT, meaning “Weird Japanese Thing.”
Yep. I thought I knew how, but I didn’t quite. Until the brakes turned out to be a bit worn, and I was trying to downshift in a hurry because I was on a steep hill with a half a dozen bags of concrete in the bed. I had a hedge picked out, but managed to downshift in time.
4 on the floor (granny low +3,) hand throttle, and a choke knob. The top speed was about 55, and the clutch and brake lever boots were long gone, so the hot air from the road blew up your legs. The shift pattern was pretty wide and reverse was back and to the right… right between the legs of a passenger sitting on the middle of the bench seat. So I had that going for me…
Any company that would try to sell a car named No va in Mexico doesn’t need a list.
Lucky you. I only hauled tobacco in the truck I had to double clutch.
Fixed it for you.
Reminds me of that movie with Ahnald as a Russian cop, when his American cop partner asks him about the Trabant (or maybe it was a Lada?) when they need to steal a car, “are they alarmed?” Ahnald says “only if you startle them.”
Hater.
Just “speaking truth to power” as it were. I can’t remember the last time I saw any new vehicle – foreign or domestic – that had real chrome, not just the stick-on stuff over plastic. It may look fine at first, but it degenerates rapidly, especially in places like Phoenix with a lot of heat and sun.
I was thinking more along the lines of a ’67 Chevelle.
That’s something that could only be owned by an elite few, not by any aspiring American.
I suppose I have a bit of elitism too, but not intentional. In an earlier life, I owned a Triumph TR8 – a 5-speed hardtop, one of only 50 ever made, originally purchased by racetrack driver Monte Shelton – that could have outrun the previously-mentioned BMW 1800 on both straights and curves. Not a bit of chrome on it, but it was pretty great!
You had me at Johnny Cash. ;)
How about a ’69 Chevelle? One of my brothers bought one when he turned 17 and has spent his life restoring it. It’s bea-u-tiful. And it sounds even better.