
or rather do the crow’s nest in, from the back seat, as Pod eases through a sea of drunk Greek assholes and wenches. Then later, get out among your people and cop some feels.
Read more "What to drive"or rather do the crow’s nest in, from the back seat, as Pod eases through a sea of drunk Greek assholes and wenches. Then later, get out among your people and cop some feels.
Read more "What to drive"to your prom, because: Your cousin said, “oh fuck no” when you asked to borrow his. You didn’t go anyway. You only had about $3 for gas until payday as it was.
Read more "What NOT to drive"Lemme fix it for ya Surf’s Way, Way Up. God: An Esprit? Really? Not even a V-8 Trans Am? Noah: We build Excrement Excitement?
Read more "God: Your car sucks, Noah"I understood why the girls of “A Chi O” would not associate with us, just as I understood the privilege of the Alpha Phi’s deigning to appear at a joint party with Phi Sigma Kappa and the Fijis.
But the girls of “Chi O”? Hanging with them was almost as impossible – once, maybe twice a year. The Phi Mus would be over in a heartbeat. The DZs were always up for a good time, and the AOPies were usually good sports. But Chi O?
It couldn’t be the money – they rented out a dorm from Western after losing their house.
It couldn’t be that or class, as this parking lot shows:
You girls weren’t even Bimmer-driving poseurs, so what gives? It’s me drunk humping the legs of everyone on your executive board, isn’t it? (That or the fact that the Tekes and their ample doobage supplies were a lot closer.)
Read more "Animal House"I have known a few GM F-Bodies in my time: Pod’s Trans Am, Phid’s Camaro Berlinetta. The Firebird “Esprit” is a different sort of catch. We thought they were cool in the ’70s, even with the automotive equivalent of a comb over, the front half vinyl roof. Not as cool as Trans Ams or Z-28s, mind you, more of a hot secretary kind of cool. Read More
A Fairmont Continental? (I was going to bitch about the Riv until I read its story) Read More
Yes, the name is long. What’s really said is that after spitting it out, the car still isn’t up to 60, unless you started at 55. My cousin Al had one that he bought new.
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