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Favorite car origins?

Domestic
119 (16.2%)
Import (Asian)
103 (14%)
European
158 (21.5%)
I don't have a car because I play blockland.
354 (48.2%)

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u call this ricin' m80?

that's not loving ricing, that's loving
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I've seen two of those. They were at separate used car dealers off of the same street (at different times of course)


I guess I may as well post this. My dad worked at a number of car dealers between '93 and '99. He started as a porter and wound up as a salesman by the time I was was born. He just told me a rather funny story a couple weeks ago.

My dad was probably about my age and worked at a dealership. He was put in charge of washing cars, cleaning new shipments, and driving used cars across town to an inspection facility. He would get to work and there would be a line of used cars traded from the day before waiting for him. He worked alongside a guy named Bob, who had more respect due to working there longer and always got to drive all the cool cars.

Well my dad came into work one day and there was a like new '93 Mazda RX-7 (year old, very low miles) waiting in that line. He immediately ran to his boss before Bob got to work and begged to drive it to the inspection place. His boss was okay with it so my dad jumped in the car and drove away. Like any kid, he drove it "the long way". Really, he was driving it all around town. He was peeling out at stop lights, taking corners hard, brake tests, etc. He turned onto a side street when police lights appeared behind him. He stopped and was freaking out.

The cop came to the window and completely unleashed with a barrage of screaming and listing the charges he could put on my dad. There was no license plate (the magnetic stick-on plates couldn't go on the fiberglass trunk lid or plastic bumper), a young kid was driving an expensive performance car, and being irresponsible at that.

Well apparently, Bob was friends with all the cops in the city. My dad said, "Uh...you know Bob right?" The cops attitude immediately changed and he says, "Oh yeah! I know Bob!" After talking about Bob for a while, my dad says, "Could you just not say anything about this to Bob?" The cop sorta chuckled, wrote him a warning, and let him go.

my jag takes 7 quarts of oil

i put almost 4 in it today and it isn't even full

i don't even think its possible to blowup a jag inline 6 through oil starvation
i mean the valvetrain wasn't even making noise

but i mean i haven't driven it in like a week so it wasn't like i was harming the engine or anything

Every time I drive a car other than my own I realize how much I absolutely adore my car. After driving my Dad's Porsche 911 Carrera on a 150 mile journey through mountains, I'm left oddly unsatisfied by the car. While its luxury is orders of magnitudes higher than my car's, the performance just isn't there. It's sad.

My car out performs a stock Carrera. In a straight line, it takes the lead quick and slowly keeps on crawling ahead through the gears. Not even the legendary PDK dual-clutch transmission can save it. In the corners though, the fat Porsche on its luxury suspension feels like navigating a cruise ship through a mountain pass, I'm just left stunned at how quintessentially 'sport car' the Carrera is, but it handles like a station wagon. Example: changing lanes. In the Carrera, you get a nice cushy lean to one side as you start the turn, then a gentle rock back to center as you complete it. The car has serious body roll. Not SUV bad, but for a sports car, egregious. My car has absolutely no body roll doing the same maneuver. You feel exclusively lateral forces. To get notable body roll out of the car, you're taking the turn to the extent of the tires' grip. That might not sound too special to someone who doesn't drive sports cars all the time, but it's loving beautiful to be able to point your car where you want to go and it goes there as if you hadn't turned at all.

Then there's the GT-R, everyone's favorite track devourer. Straight line, no competition. The GT-R will annihilate my car and any others in a hundred mile radius. Around corners, the four wheel drive and stiff suspension will carry you through turns at rocket speeds. But, there's two major things that drive me crazy about the GT-R: body roll and what I'll call car personality. I'll start with body roll because it's simple, the car rotates laterally when you turn. It's a heavy pig and feels like it, despite the sport suspension. It's a weird sensation though because you can go screaming around a turn feeling like the car might flip at three times the posted suggested speed, but the car still grips like a monster and claws through the turn. My car at an equal speed would have very little body roll, but it'd slide right off the damn road. Anyway, the second point is car personality. The car feels like it was made to make the average person able to drive on a racetrack. Everything feels padded, like the car answers to itself first and then you. Or like you're merely making suggestions on how it should drive. For example, you put your foot down and the car will pretend you didn't for like 300-500ms before realizing it should start going. The steering wheel is light and has very little road response. The turbo lag drives me loving nuts as a NA guy, but tell you what the second those things spool up you go from accelerating fast to holy stuff is this a rocket ship? My car's no Dodge Viper, but it's got a personality. The steering wheel is hefty so you can feel the resistance of the tires against the turn, and you can feel how much grip you have left until you start to slide. Not super heavy, but usually requires a whole arm movement to turn as opposed to pushing it around with a finger. You put your foot down and the car is excited to accompany with all the power you requested. Downshifting isn't a suggestion, it's a command. It does what you do when you do it, and it's exhilarating to drive.

Wow, that turned into a blog post really fast. I was just thinking about how much I enjoy my car and it turned into a whole brown townysis. Whoops.

TL;DR - I love my car. It might not be the fastest out there, or the most fancy, but holy stuff does it put a smile on my face every time I drive.

The GT-R is a legend, no denial about this.

Well now I know is I want a sports car in the what, $30k range?  to get a 370z and do some upgrades.



Now I'm assuming you know this firsthand but I want to ask this: Does your dad's 911 have a speed limiter?

*camber
I could remember the actual term for it. I always called it toed-in or toed-out. Passes by in my automotive class.

Now I'm assuming you know this firsthand but I want to ask this: Does your dad's 911 have a speed limiter?

I don't, actually. I'm pretty sure it's governed to 180 but tbh the amount of time it'd take to get up that high would make it kind of an impossible goal.

Me in the Beamer


Also, whenever I get the rest of my car museum pictures of my dad's phone (they are taking forever to send to my email) I will post the ones I haven't posted yet
« Last Edit: January 02, 2015, 02:41:52 AM by Skig² »

ok guys, time for a debate.  electric vs hydraulic power steering.

The only pictures that sent successfully so far:

Renault Dauphine (the car on its left is a 2003 Mexican Volkswagen Beetle. The striped car behind it is a Citroen DS)


Jensen-Healey Interceptor


Pretty sure this is a Porsche 911 (the car on its right is a BMW Isetta, I got to sit in it)


This is the Renault version of the Alpine A310


I have like 50 more way cooler pictures but they aren't emailing correctly
« Last Edit: January 02, 2015, 02:52:57 AM by Skig² »