Ah the golden years. Need to cut down on the snack/beverage refills. I'm already threatening the seams of my clothes. There is plenty of gold, but at upwards of $5000 an ounce, I can't afford any.
Don't log in for a while and you'll get them. I frequently check the Boneyard without signing in, and I got an email the other day, informing me what I was missing.
Don't know how I missed that. I guess I'm really slipping. Now that you mention it, 1955 doesn't sound like a bad idea. Anyone have a spare flux capacitor?
Please.
I'll pretend I didn't see that.
No, a pre-owned Cadillac CT4. The small sedan. I was considering the Blackwing version, but a local police officer convinced me that I don't need 470 horsepower to get in trouble. 40 in a 25 MPH zone in a rental Hyundai that could barely get out of its own...
You had to mention that, didn't you. Being long retired, I was blissfully unaware of the date. I'm getting a new (to me) car today, and now I have to worry all day that Murphy's Law will manifest itself in some unfortunate manner. Thanks a bunch.
Ten pages. That's a lot of night music without A Little Night Music, Moonlight Sonata, or Clair de Lune. Not even a Nessun Dorma. Such a disappointment. I'm tempted to set the Queen of the Night on yez. But don't worry, I won't.
The days when you changed the oil every 3000 miles. My brother-in-law and I didn't have to worry about disposing of the old oil, we saved it for my older brother who burned it in his car.
My first new car was a left-over '72 Chevy Vega wagon, bought because I was tired of paying for repairs on used cars. A bare bone, manual transmission model with an anemic engine, and I hated it. It couldn't get out of its own way, took forever to get heat in cold weather, and was atrocious in...
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