ocnblu

Well, ya know, seeing him struggle to maneuver on the asphalt reminded me of a front-wheel drive BMW. Horrifying. I had to take him off the street. Not sure wha happun to the little fella since I set him down under my deck.

Awesome pair of humidifiers ya got there.

Whoa, I see you there... talk about GEE ZERS! Srsly... all cool.

headlock

You keep laughing then if your boat is floated by this situation. Just know I am mooning the screen as I type this.

Don't be so dim. Bird crap, sir, is naturally occuring. Fresh blacktop is noted with heavy signage. This is NOTHING like either of those... why do I even have to waste time posting such?

Not sure if he had any digestive system damage back there. Nothing was sticking out that should have been in. It appears his legs are broken at least, perhaps his pelvis and/or back as well. I couldn't bear to kill him. We didn't butcher on the farm, we always sent what animals we ate out for that... except for a few chickens that were beheaded with an axe by my grandmother... now that was traumatic, seeing them run, headless, squirting blood until they dropped over. UGH.

I just looked out my front window and there was a wild rabbit struggling to drag its hind quarters across the street toward my yard. Seeing how vulnerable the little guy was on the asphalt, I put on some shorts and gloves and went out. He was trying to get away as best he could, but his energy level was low, and after a few pathetic attempts to jump onto the curb, I grabbed him, and as he peed himself, I carried him to my back yard and left him there. It will take a miracle for him to survive long-term with natural predators about (our houses back to a corn field), but I hope his scared little face lives to see more sunrises. Godspeed, little bunny.

A dark blue Focus SE Sport sedan pulled up next to me in traffic this morning, it was pretty snazzy looking. Maybe a bit too odd for some folks, as the unassuming Cruze topped them all in sales for June. The Cruze interior, even in base form, is very decent. It always amazes me how some cars look great to me in the beginning, but then fade out of favor when I see them in person, while others do not wow me at first, but then dig in and prove themselves in the end. As for the subcompacts, I still believe I'll prefer my Ford to the upcoming Chevrolet, even with the horsepower advantage Chevy has. The Sonic interior just does not seem as nice, and the Ford is great fun to toss around a corner. Now... a Cruze coupe or 2-door hatch could tempt me to return to GM....

Waiting for the smoke to clear so I could take a picture of his license plate was not an option. A pen and paper are NOT at the ready in my glovebox. And I don't know the telephone number for the police in the various jurisdictions I might fatefully wander into. Even if any of the above were a viable option, I was in traffic, I will not hold up traffic in the busy city to write something down or use my phone. Nor will I use my phone while driving. Comparing bird crap and fresh asphalt to this is downright stupid. THIS from your Buick moderator at Cheers&Gears, folks. The 3 1/2 month-old car cleaned up perfectly, and for that I am thankful (been using Blue Coral Car Wash with Teflon, I think it made a difference). The episode is over. I hope to never see this kid again, but I won't know him if I do. He was wearing a helmet with visor. I couldn't even give a description of his motorcycle at this point.

Oh, it's got a Continental Kit.

You've laid out an excellent case for the best-selling car in the USA for June, 2011.

The Bangles

Sweet Oldsmobile!

thyme

I liked the first C30 better, pre-MCE. The new Volvo look hasn't bitten me in the right place yet.

I wanted a late-model X-11 in the worst way when they first appeared. Cowl Induction hood, fuel-injected 2.8 with that iconic, feisty exhaust note, aluminum rims, black-out trim and a manual transmission. At least Chevy was trying to keep the glory days going. I also loved the Monza 2+2, with its (WEAK) V8 and four-speed manual availability, Chevy was answering the call as best they could in those times of stifling emissions controls and the "Gas Crisis". A person would have to be blind not to notice all the V8 Vega conversions, even early on. If only the 3.8L V6 had been more developed during that time, it would have been the ideal engine for the H bodies for handling, power and efficiency. What may have ruined the Monza 2+2's long-lasting impact on the market were the clones... Olds Starfire and Buick Skyhawk. At the very least, Pontiac Sunbird had its own front and rear ends.

Haha, cool! Yup, driving 3-on-the-tree was an excellent way to initiate a kid's driving experiences. One had no choice but to pay good attention to your vehicle.

I love all Goats, even the fat '73 and the weak '74. The '77 Can-Am is cool, too, especially ones with a Pontiac 400.

Satty, he would not have been on my hood/windshield/roof because I was past him when I cut him off. He did have to hit his brakes hard though. Please read the first post a little slower, maybe you'll get it. And Croc, please in the name of all that is holy... what would you have done? Calmly stepped off your horse, unrolled a scroll of Road Rules, and meekly reminded him of his misdeed? You love to second-guess people, always have been a judgmental little SOB, from the time you were 8 years old and first started posting here. I am not asking for sympathy from you, Croc, or anyone else on this board. And every story has at least two sides. If you read my original post and have the capacity to gather clues, I did say the boy was only thinking of himself at that moment, was trying to impress chicks, and probably didn't realize what he was doing to the cars behind him. My reaction was swift and violent, whether it was right or wrong is open for debate, but any sane person would not have laughed this moron off. Somebody had to tell him he was stupid for doing something so careless. There is such a thing as respect for other people's property.

At the time of the pelting, I had no idea if the paint job on my new vehicle was being ruined with gravel spray or who knows what. I was a sitting duck with nowhere to go. And my horn went totally unheard by him while his bike was turning major RPMs and he was in a helmet. At that moment when the first light turned green and the burnout was just over, I did yell out "f*cking ASS*OLE!!!" and the sidewalk chicks laughed as I took off after him. And we were out ahead of the rest of traffic taking off from those lights, the other cars were behind us a good distance. A responsible rider knows what's going on around him because he is in much more danger at all times than four wheelers are. And he showed no respect for fellow motorists. He just as easily could have pelted a Lancaster City Police car for all he knew, being oblivious. Young and stupid on a bike = dead soon.

goat

Horrible episode the other night in town. Stopped at a red light, crotch rocket in front of me first in line, cars behind me. Moron on said rocket decides to do a burnout to show off for some chicks on the sidewalk. He proceeds to blast the whole front of my vehicle with bits of burnt rubber and engulfs me in tire smoke. I could hear the crap pelting the car. So when the light turned green I gunned it and followed him, raging. I passed him and cut him off immediately before another red light. He pulled up beside me and starts to get testy, so I let him have a verbal barrage of my own. When the light turned green he kicked the side of my car and took off. Next red light was half a block down, and I let him have another verbal attack. Light turned green and he took off like a shot. Dip$h! pissed me off, he showed no regard for his surroundings. He probably didn't even know he did it. He didn't dent the car, he only put a light scratch on it that will compound out. He's damn lucky.

Gray primer '63 Bel Air 2-door post, burbling up to speed in Easton, MD yesterday.

Happy Birthday to the three of yas! I hope your day is sunny, beautiful and stress-free.