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Get off my LAWN! "Grumpy Old Farts"

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My first car (stock photo from somewhere, not me and not my actual auto)


the world was black and white then too


That's a nice looking car, i love station wagons, that one looks like it could fit into the back of mine. Mine has the third rear facing seat and the regular back seat but you can fold them both down. I once fit two SVT cabs (810's), an upright and an electric and at least one SVT head in that thing, i also had room in the front for my wife. You can actually fit a sheet of plywood in that car, it's got all kinds of little compartments. It's even got an ahem......Opera window:laugh: in the roof with two little shades you can pull to block out the sun, i love that thing. My wife and I will just take off and drive on road trips all the time, NY, NJ, VT, ME. We even take her two Chihuahuas sometimes, one's supposed to be mine but you know how that goes. At least I get the cat, "Gata" She's 12. We've had her since she was a wee little kitty and she's very attached to me. OK enough old guy rambling, good night.
 
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TBH never really understood the reason for huge cars until — until as a first-time guest in Kansas we drove to "the nearest town". A long ride on a ruler-straight road. There's not anything for a driver to do? Big old sitting room sofa in front of a wheel .... And in wonderment of you guys who drive the big haulers when I feel the Audi S4 is as big a car I will ever want to drive. Too big, really, but ...

My father taught me his philosophy of driving in his robin's egg blue Triumph TR3. Sort of a zen thing, and who knows where he picked that up. In truth, my old VW Golf was a terrible car. It had this weird fault where the engine would just stop running, and refuse to run again for oh, an hour, a few minutes, who can know? It drank oil like pop, and drooled oil all over the drive too.

And for all the "colourful language" I heard from people who drove 70s Alfas, my VW was low maintenance and reliable.

Saw as I looked around for VW 411/412 images that some loons put Porsche engines in their 412 to humiliate Mustangs. Even recalling the tale of someone who modified his Porsche 928 with a (widened, and lengthened) VW Golf body. Talking serious Q Ship.

What I see when I am at the wheel in my S4 is guys in Porsches want to engage my attention on mountain passes. Which is the kind of driving I enjoy. Long hauls, not so much.
 
TBH never really understood the reason for huge cars until — until as a first-time guest in Kansas we drove to "the nearest town". A long ride on a ruler-straight road. There's not anything for a driver to do? Big old sitting room sofa in front of a wheel .... And in wonderment of you guys who drive the big haulers when I feel the Audi S4 is as big a car I will ever want to drive. Too big, really, but ...

My father taught me his philosophy of driving in his robin's egg blue Triumph TR3. Sort of a zen thing, and who knows where he picked that up. In truth, my old VW Golf was a terrible car. It had this weird fault where the engine would just stop running, and refuse to run again for oh, an hour, a few minutes, who can know? It drank oil like pop, and drooled oil all over the drive too.

And for all the "colourful language" I heard from people who drove 70s Alfas, my VW was low maintenance and reliable.

Saw as I looked around for VW 411/412 images that some loons put Porsche engines in their 412 to humiliate Mustangs. Even recalling the tale of someone who modified his Porsche 928 with a (widened, and lengthened) VW Golf body. Talking serious Q Ship.

What I see when I am at the wheel in my S4 is guys in Porsches want to engage my attention on mountain passes. Which is the kind of driving I enjoy. Long hauls, not so much.
Would I be correct in assuming you would not want to drive this 4-500 miles a night?
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Would I be correct in assuming you would not want to drive this 4-500 miles a night?
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Correct! Wouldn't know how. Be absolutely too scared to try. o_O

There are times I miss my Z3. The good thing about my rig is I can manage it with a roadster.
 
Correct! Wouldn't know how. Be absolutely too scared to try. o_O

There are times I miss my Z3. The good thing about my rig is I can manage it with a roadster.
They're really not that difficult-out on the road. In town can be a bit busy, but if you can handle a manual transmission, the highway's no big deal. Just bigger.
 
There's the height, too. I don't care for a driving position higher than the roofs of passenger cars. Well, not that I've tried. Never been in a big rig. Expect my modesty would be put to the test getting in and out.

Speaking of height, I will never go back to a car. There are three reasons why I have a full size pickup:

1- I love to see over the tops of vehicles in front of me. Monitoring potential idiots ahead is a reason.

2- I have the added insurance of more metal protection in case of an accident.

3- I can climb up into a truck. My memory of my bad back is bad so I forget to roll down into a car.
 
Would I be correct in assuming you would not want to drive this 4-500 miles a night?
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I was a psychiatric RN which as you can imagine can be quite stressful, there were many days when I was leaving work thinking "Did I do this, did I do that??? I should have done that, not this, etc, etc, etc," wishing I would have been a truck driver driving a big rig listening to Commander Cody doing long haul trips. It used to be my dream job on frustrating days. I still think I would have really liked it......
 
"Air is a very poor cushion", my father advised. He was talking rides of the two wheel variety, and spoke as a professional. That moment I made noise at the dinner table about a motorbike was followed with "come see me tomorrow at the office and I'll introduce you to a patient of mine [pause / eye contact] just about your age. And with no particular wish to see any of his patients [he ran a big physical rehab wing — burn patients included, but yeah, prosthetic limbs too], quickly dismissed my motorbike fantasy.

What he taught me is a car to avoid an accident, not a car to survive an accident.
 
"Air is a very poor cushion", my father advised. He was talking rides of the two wheel variety, and spoke as a professional. That moment I made noise at the dinner table about a motorbike was followed with "come see me tomorrow at the office and I'll introduce you to a patient of mine [pause / eye contact] just about your age. And with no particular wish to see any of his patients [he ran a big physical rehab wing — burn patients included, but yeah, prosthetic limbs too], quickly dismissed my motorbike fantasy.

What he taught me is a car to avoid an accident, not a car to survive an accident.

I used to ride and people just don't see you coming, they'll pull right out on front of you. I'd still like to but my eyes aren't what they used to be.
When I was young and wild I was in a few horrific accidents, I rolled a friend's Porsche right over once and didn't get hurt, luckily for me it was insured, the insurance company rep angrily called me a liar to my face when they found out I told the cop that I was going 30 mph:laugh:. I was invincible! The transmission had a little problem, if you weren't careful going into third it would go back into first. I went through the gears slammed it into third, it of course went back into 1st, the rear wheels locked up, hit a curb and boom went right over. I don't know how fast a 74 Porsche can go at redline in 2nd gear but it's pretty fast, not sure the model, I think it was a 911 though. The police gave me a ride back to my apartment when the owner was half asleep on my couch, I said "Jimmy (another one) I totalled your car", he laughed like it was a joke until he fully opened his eyes and saw the cop standing behind me and then went wild, haha! He took the insurance money, bought another one and promptly totalled that one himself. Ahh, the good old days. Did I ever mention that I've been clean and sober for many years now?:laugh: He never did stop and has been up in the big barroom/drug den in the sky now for 35 years.
 
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