Great comment from the Jalopnik QOTD, “What Modern Car Will You Have to Explain to Your Kids?” I had no idea the Passat W8 engine existed. Could the same idea be applied to 2 red-blocks?
Assuming I find a woman desperate/masochistic/imbalanced/whatever enough to settle down and raise a family with (I think I have better chances of growing a third arm at this point.), the resultant offspring would probably be most puzzled by the Volkswagen Passat W8 Wagon.
The conversation would probably go something like this:
Kid: Daddy, what’s that car in the picture?
Me: Well sport/princess, that’s a Volkswagen Passat W8 Wagon.
Kid: What’s the W8 mean?
Me: It was basically two overlapping V4s driving a common crankshaft.
Me: So they could cram eight cylinders under the hood longitudinally and still have room for the all-wheel-drive system.
Kid: But if it was all-wheel-drive and the back was shaped like a box, why not just buy a crossover or something?
Me: Well, some people – including your old man – preferred proper station wagons because they usually handled better and got better fuel economy. Even better when they were available with manual transmissions like this.
Kid: You mean flappy paddles?
Me: No, you had to move the gear lever up or down and left and right while lifting off the gas and pressing down on the clutch pedal to change gear.
Kid: Wow, driving one of those must have been a lot of work. Good thing the government outlawed cars that can’t drive themselves.
Me: Go to your room.
Me: DON’T “BUT” ME, YOUNG MAN/LADY, GO TO YOUR ROOM!
*Kid runs off crying*
Wife: How can you be that way to our son/daughter?
Me: I have no son/daughter…
*Chugs glass of wine*
So…wanna get freaky later?
Hot off the heels of the ridiculous Dodge Charger Super Bowl ad, which depicts heterosexual relationships as a torturous, emasculating hell that can only be relieved by the loud burning of massive quantities of gasoline, comes this parody, depicting the oppressed women who have to deal with their poor Moparians:
“I will listen to Rush and tell you, yes, if there were a gold metal for air-drumming, you would win it.” Nice.
Via The Sexist
The aftermarket, one-size-fits-all floormats I got from the local Pep Boys last year didn’t quite work as planned. After a few weeks the driver side developed a fold that occasionally grabbed and held the gas pedal until I kicked it out of the way. I trimmed and re-shaped the rubber and everything has been fine since.
Not so for Toyota. What supposedly started as a problem with insecure floor mats on 3.6 million American cars has metastasized into a global recall of 6.5 million vehicles and has halted production of almost their entire line of cars.
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I used to go to hot rod shows with my dad back in the late 70′s/ early 80′s and they were usually jam packed with custom conversion vans. Tons of candy apple paint, air-brushed illustrations of vikings and evil polar bears and lots of furry dashboards. Most of them had beds in the back, including one with a waterbed and a huge fish tank.
The Selvedge yard has compiled a slew of pictures of the craze in all it’s metal-flake glory.