boxer3main
<1.8 liter
is it just me, or when thinking of casual v8, my past, and it is supposed to be some kind of anti-evolutionary relapse?
My little sube has little details... always checking little things. Not nearly as annoying as my mechanical fingers tapping at a keyboard, but I do get caught up in some chores.
I am at irving broadway, where the highway ramp wraps the store lot. puming in.. you may have guessed ... 2 gallons for the next 100 miles of local chores.
I hear this bellow almost as loud as the sirens, long before the flashing lights...I could hear the wind of 3600 pounds american... hardly a slow down at the end of the ramp, an even bigger bellow, a slide you may see on dukes of hazrd reruns, and in less than 5 seconds gone after the echo of going under the bridge they just crossed.
I immediately flashback to being that large. A 1st gear tall enough to climb into 70s mph. No screams, no whistles... a bellow of a primal bass drum and a 650cfm sized horn.
I thumped my little sube about my business..still loving the fuel mileage and slow rpms, but of course in a midgeted beaten world.... and am glad these cars have not been my whole life.
I spotted a 77 caprice landau, for $1k local.. So tempting to not go classic, but treat it like the steel I know it is made out of.
anybody else relate?
My little sube has little details... always checking little things. Not nearly as annoying as my mechanical fingers tapping at a keyboard, but I do get caught up in some chores.
I am at irving broadway, where the highway ramp wraps the store lot. puming in.. you may have guessed ... 2 gallons for the next 100 miles of local chores.
I hear this bellow almost as loud as the sirens, long before the flashing lights...I could hear the wind of 3600 pounds american... hardly a slow down at the end of the ramp, an even bigger bellow, a slide you may see on dukes of hazrd reruns, and in less than 5 seconds gone after the echo of going under the bridge they just crossed.
I immediately flashback to being that large. A 1st gear tall enough to climb into 70s mph. No screams, no whistles... a bellow of a primal bass drum and a 650cfm sized horn.
I thumped my little sube about my business..still loving the fuel mileage and slow rpms, but of course in a midgeted beaten world.... and am glad these cars have not been my whole life.
I spotted a 77 caprice landau, for $1k local.. So tempting to not go classic, but treat it like the steel I know it is made out of.
anybody else relate?
