Oracle of Delphi

Your thinking in the past, to what Buick buyers were of yesteryear. Buick will morph into something totally different from what it is today, now that Pontiac will have less of a role. Buick will fill the desires of people that aren't quite the AARP age. It will appeal to the people with the most cash, those in the age groups between 30 - 55. So yes Virginia there is a Santa Claus, and Buick will get an Alpha. Oh and by the way, the next generation of Camaro will be an Alpha too. :AH-HA_wink:

Insurance

I would have to disagree here, I have ordered parts directly from GMSPO and had them delivered to my house or have directly picked them up at the SPO myself.

It did.

I just went out and bought new tires when I was home two weeks ago. I bought Goodyear Eagle F1 All Seasons at 350 per tire. However I found a dealer in nearby Pennsylvania who gave me a 100 dollar discount per tire, and because I paid cash and didn't want a receipt he knocked off another 100 bucks. I only needed to replace my front tires, the Pontiac Grand Prix GXP's front tire size is P255/45R18.

Just in time for my wife to upgrade her 2005 Equinox LT AWD to a 2010 Equinox.

Most recent for me, just before going out on my bike.

Those of you who read this from the Wilmington plant will remember an employee by the 1st name of Walt who weighed like 400 pounds, he was so obese that GM actually had to cut the arms off of office chairs so he could fit in them. Sadly Walt died of weight related issues.

Hmmm, I'm home for Christmas and I saw that New Castle County's only Hummer dealership is closed. I think that Hummer dealer put over a million dollars into that dealership at GM's request. What a waste!

Really? Who knew??? :rotflmao:

I don't hate you ...

How sad for the women of Portugal! :rotflmao: Response - Emergency Room

Automotive News Europe December 18, 2008 06:47 CET DETROIT (Reuters) -- General Motors and Chrysler LLC have reopened merger talks, as Chrysler owner Cerberus Capital Management LP has signaled a willingness to give away part of its ownership in the automaker, the Wall Street Journal reported. With cash running low at both companies, Cerberus took the initiative to restart discussions that sputtered just weeks ago, the paper said. The renewal of the talks could be a way for Cerberus to show Washington, which is weighing a $14 billion rescue package for GM and Chrysler, that it wants to cooperate in restructuring the industry, the paper said, citing people familiar with the buyout firm's thinking. The renewal could offer Cerberus a way to protect its stakes in two distressed auto-finance companies, GMAC LLC and Chrysler Financial, which are crucial to the survival of the Detroit automakers, according to the paper. GM and Chrysler could not be immediately reached for comment by Reuters. Links: http://www.autonews.com/apps/pbcs.dll/arti...paign_id=alerts http://online.wsj.com/article/SB122957294608617461.html

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Even in Germany, no one names their son Adolph.

Very sad news Von, a bad time of the year for this to happen, but no time is a good time. My thoughts and prayers are with you and your family.

It's a dead platform walking!

Not so much at you DF, but some of the thoughts here, well it's like they aren't even listening to what GM has said. The plug is about to be pulled from the ST, the Holden wagon was already given the thumbs down for coming to North America, besides the Zeta itself is due to be redesigned soon, but I doubt it will be now so it's future isn't looking so bright, yet many here are pinning all their hopes on Zeta, why? As for Pontiac getting an Alpha, that won't happen either since only the corp brands of CHEVROLET, BUICK and CADILLAC will get an Alpha. Pontiac isn't a corp brand and little to no money will be spent on it, GM's words, not mine. But some of these thoughts expressed here make for amusing reading, at least for me.

You guys make me laugh ... :rotflmao:

Well I know it's Christmas and all, but I sure hope Camino no longer believes the Snowman (LaNeve = The Snow). I tried to warn him in this thread http://www.cheersandgears.com/index.php?sh...6931&st=140 (post 154) but Camino chose to believe the Snowman instead of me. How's that working out for ya?

I have only been trying to tell you this for over 2 years, it's not a Pontiac surrender mentality. It's a GM survivor mentality. GM>Pontiac!

Condom model!

Happy belated birthday gmcbob, sorry I missed it. Hope you had a good time! I sent snow to you as your present, hoped you liked it.

About two months ago I started to get terrible pains on the right side of my abdomen, at first I ignored them as most men would do, but they persisted. I waited to see if they would go away but they only got worse as time wore on. Not being the kind of person that sticks his head in the sand, I took medical leave and decided to come back to the United States to see what the hell was going on with me. I decided to grab the bull by the horns as it were, and I scheduled an appointment with a gastroenterologist (sp?). The night before my procedures, I got the choice of two lovely prep kits to start the ball rolling as it were. The 1st prep kit you had to mix a gallon of clear fluid with something that tasted like paint thinner with a hint of lemon, or I could pick from door number 2, which was to take 32 pills in groups of 4 every 15 minutes with an 8 ounce glass of water, until I got to 20 pills. Then 5 hours before my procedures I was to finish off the last 12 pills by taking them 4 at a time until I got to the last 4, which were supposed to be washed down by 7 Up. I picked door number 2. Needless to say, this started events that were to last well into the next afternoon. I get to the surgical center with my wife the next morning at 8 am sharp, because I'm German and we are always very prompt. I am taken to a room where I am instructed to remove all my clothes and put on the fanny freezer gown. As I strip down to nothing, I notice that the window has no blinds and people are walking by and waving, how nice! I'm not shy by any means, and I even like attention to a point, but this takes the cake. I finally get into the fanny freezer gown and put on the lovely shower cap that matches the gown and the matching booties, and open the door as instructed. Now I see people being moved into and out of surgery and kinds of doctor types moving up and down the hallways, all of them looking in and smiling and giving me the, I know why you're here nod. So this blond guy walks by, peers in, but stays out in the hall, so I say, don't I look pretty? He says, why yes you do, by the way I'm doctor blah blah blah, I'm your anesthesiologist. Oh Joy I think. He proceeds to ask me a million questions, which I answer, then he ask me, do you have any questions? All I could think of since I was still suffering the effects of the prep kit from the night before is "Where is the bathroom, and can I still use it, he said its right around the corner and you can use it until the nurse comes back to get you for your procedures. He then proceeds to hook me up to and IV. Then he has a nurse bring my wife back to see me in this get up, and he then leaves. As I am sitting there the urge to evacuate (CRAP) hits me like a ton of bricks. So I tell me wife to cover the back of me with the blanket and head towards the bathroom with IV cart in tow. As I do my business, I realize I have a terrible problem, as one hand is holding up my gown, the other is holding onto my IV and I am now a hand short for clean up DUTY. So I call to my wife and ask her to come in, she has this look of horror on her face as I start to say, we have been married 20 years and in all those years I never thought I would have to ask you to do this, but could you hold my IV? See you thought I was going to say wipe my butt, didn't you? With her holding the IV, that now allowed me to take matters into my own hands. When I finally get out of the bathroom after I washed up, there is a friendly nurse waiting for me, asking if I was hiding from her? She looked like Mimi from the Drew Carey show. When I get into the surgical room, I am greeted by the blond anesthesiologist, who says to me, hop right up on this bed Mr. Borger and lay on your left side, as my mind is racing, I hear the faint sound of Deck the Halls being played over the speaker system in the operating room, I thought how surreal is this? Next thing I know the Doctor comes in, now we know each other, for one thing, he worked on my father when he had been throwing up blood after his stroke, and one of his nurses is best friends with my wife, and we rented his beach house in Nags Head, so he says to me why are you here, now I know he knows, but ok, I'll tell you again whats going on. So he says we are going to take a peek inside your colon and into your stomach, then he says any questions? All I could think to answer was, which end are you doing 1st? He asked why? I said I would prefer that he did my stomach 1st, because I didn't want any funny aftertaste when I woke up or a brown ring around my mouth. He tilted his head back and roared with laughter and said, he always did the bottom end 1st and then the stomach, but not to worry as they are not the same instrument. Then he strapped what looked like a blue ball gag with a hole in the middle of it onto my mouth. The doctor said this was needed to guide the scope down into my stomach, I thought sure it was. then all I could hear was Silver Bells playing ever so softly in the background. Then I hear, Borger are you awake? I open my eyes and see my wife but she isn't talking, it's the Drew Carey nurse, asking how do I feel, I thought how the hell do you think I feel after riding a 17 foot pole? Then she says, you need to fart, I say what? If you want to go home today, you have to fart, and I need to hear it, or I will have to stick a funnel like device in your butt. I say, I can fart to the tune of INNA GADDA DAVIDA if you want, I then proceed to make her wildest dream come true. She says good, the doctor will be right in, I think oh joy! He comes in, asks how my wife has been, then proceeds to tell us that my colon is the cleanest colon he has ever seen, I say that's because it's an exit not an entrance, he cocks his head back and roars with laughter again, we both know he's gay because he told us when we rented his beach house 2 years ago. He then gets this very serious look on his face and says, your stomach is full of acid, so much so, that your stomach is swollen and my esophagus is bright red from the acid. I tell him the weird thing is, I never have heartburn, just pain on my right side past the stomach. Then he gets a really serious look on his face and say, I went and looked there, I found a nodule. I repeat that word in my mind, and I say what is it? He says, I don't know, that's why I did a biopsy, we should get the results back in 7 - 14 days. then he asked, do you want to see it? I think sure why not? Let's see the damn thing, what the hell the worst it can do is kill me. He says in the meantime, you're Nexium's newest patient, one pill a day for the rest of your life, in the back of my mind I'm thinking how ever long that is. Then he says, I want you to stay in the United States until your results come in from the biopsy, that put me in red alert mode. Today was one week exactly, I couldn't stand it anymore, so I called his office, and said to the woman who answered, I was just wondering if my biopsy came back? She said let me check, she gets back on the phone and says the doctor wants to speak to you. I think oh $h!!!!! He gets on the phone and says biopsy was negative for cancer, you're good, it looks like the acid ate though the end of the stomach wall and your body healed the wound and left the nodule there like a plug. He said, stay on the Nexium, enjoy your life, see you in 5 years to do it all over again. Oh joy! That was my week, how was yours?

Actually things are great from where I sit, this plan doesn't include Opel or GME.