It’s not a Mazda, it’s a 3.
we all know what Ian is rolling in!
It’s not a Mazda, it’s a 3.
I really can’t explain why but I really like that car. This is my third.we all know what Ian is rolling in!
I really can’t explain why but I really like that car. This is my third.
So was my B3500 Dodge Ram Van a Dodge or a Ram?The guy was seemingly mildly offended at his Ram being referred to as a mere Dodge. I mean, my old square body is a lowly Dodge, not his overpriced pickup.
So was my B3500 Dodge Ram Van a Dodge or a Ram?
So was my B3500 Dodge Ram Van a Dodge or a Ram?
And, yet... about 1/4 of current 'Murican humanity. Which, of course, makes PERFECT sense.That whole…”truck”, I guess you call it, is a crime against humanity.
Between the Lesbian Hatchback being paid for, surprisingly delightful to drive, comfortable even at my height and low-mileage given its model year, I’m loathe to go get another car payment unless it’s something that screams “midlife crisis,” which would be fine and even meet the approval of my CFP in *checks countdown timer* approximately 87 days.”its Paid for, I can call it Penelope Parkenfarker for all I care”
I drive a ram ... Depending on what that hides, it might be true, I guess.Also, my search for anyone who drives a Ram who isn't a * continues.
To be fair, it's entirely possible to own one with no idea dodge was ever a part. They brand "Ram" fiercely as its own thing.Have already been corrected once at a convenience store. Made a comment to a guy as I was walking by his truck from my truck, my 1989 Dodge W450 to his 2021 Dodge whatever. Said “nice Dodge”. He replied “it’s a Ram, thank you”. Whatever. Sheesh.
Between the Lesbian Hatchback being paid for, surprisingly delightful to drive, comfortable even at my height and low-mileage given its model year, I’m loathe to go get another car payment unless it’s something that screams “midlife crisis,” which would be fine and even meet the approval of my CFP in *checks countdown timer* approximately 87 days.
That's weird. Why?Really? My lesbian hatchback has 15k miles and I can’t wait to get rid of it. I hate it.
It’s not a Mercury, Daffy, it’s a FORD!
Seriously though. Driving through downtown Phoenix you hear this ROOOOGGG, HASAAAAAAARGH, HAAAAAAARG and here comes a Dodge Charger rolling by at 15 mph, 22 year old behind the wheel, IROC Girl in the right seat and a Luke AFB sticker in the windshield.
Between the Lesbian Hatchback being paid for, surprisingly delightful to drive, comfortable even at my height and low-mileage given its model year, I’m loathe to go get another car payment unless it’s something that screams “midlife crisis,” which would be fine and even meet the approval of my CFP in *checks countdown timer* approximately 87 days.
Prior Gen outback’s must be better. I can’t stand my ‘23. The seats uncomfortable after an hour, the nanny systems are way too intrusive, and the infotainment system is the laggiest, most glitchy piece of chit I’ve ever had to use. It drives fine though other than the brake pedal feeling like I’m stepping on a sponge.