Blake Noble

You aren't missing out on anything at all. Anything with any sort of processed meat isn't fit for consumption, in my opinion.

Doesn't matter. Your attitude a few months ago sounded as if you were dead set on never setting foot near a Holden under any circumstances. Now look on your key rack. What car's keys will be there for next couple of days? Reaping what you sow, that is how the saying goes. And I believe you have sown a (quite) small waffle plant of your own. Wonder what the harvest will bring? :AH-HA_wink:

I guess you must be secretly enjoying that Holden, Bigfoot. By the way, was your syrup by Bob White or Aunt Jamima?

God, I hate landau tops. Otherwise, sharp Bonne.

No complaining here. As I said earlier, a used (hopefully there will be a new one, however) G8 Ute will more than likely replace the Sonoma in my driveway when the funds become available in the future. Oddly enough, as much as I do like the G8 Ute's styling, I sort of hope they'll have a NA variant with more traditional truck styling (i.e. separate cab and bed) if Zeta trucks are in fact in the cards. I don't know why, though.

PCS doesn't have anything to do with my purchasing decision. :AH-HA_wink: I prolong that discussion because it's just plain old fun to mess with the ol' Sasquatch. I will say that the sole factors that would keep me out of the Camaro (until it would appear used somewhere later on) and into something else would be a highly bloated MSRP and very retarded dealers (i.e. some of the stories I've heard about the latest gen Mustang when it hit dealers; I remember a guy writing into Car & Driver, bitching about how dealers were restricting test drives to serious customers only, as if it were a frigging Lamborghini; and I've heard another about a dealer who was trying to push only the models he had on the lot, and they were fully-loaded GT models with about a five-thousand "market adjusted price" on top of that, wouldn't even let someone order their own car, which would come in a lot more cheaper).

Very, very hot. Too bad it comes at the same time as the Camaro, though.

You sound just like my mother. Phoenix would be a great name as well for the ST, but it does have the potential of having it's past baggage coming up and biting it in the ass, although I can guarantee you that most people of my generation have no idea what a Phoenix actually was. I came close to suggesting Ventura last night, but I thought it maybe would fit a new coupe better, so I held it back. "Vision," though ... I like. (Think "vision quest," for your Native American connotations.) Forget the fact that the name was on a forgettable Eagle, that name needs to be on a future Pontiac, perhaps even this one. And it has a connection with the brand, as well. :AH-HA_wink:

The Astra is a much better car if you choose to admire it from a distance, in my opinion.

It does have a nice ring to it. :AH-HA_wink:

But you were raised west of the Chesapeake, yes? And you do claim to be a TexAss boy, too ...

:rotflmao: Let me send you over to Harlan, then. Or maybe down to the LaFollette, TN area. See how long you can stand a week over in those places.

Hello stupid, to you too!

:rotflmao: Don't forget, though, Borger, we've been building Vettes down here for you guys for over two decades. So you have to show a little love.

Herein lies the problem: it's not around to be washed at the moment. But when it does show up, I expect you to visit and take some nice photos, ya hear? :AH-HA_wink:

Well, I can only imagine what you'd say if I told you what I wanted you to photograph is black. :AH-HA_wink:

:rotflmao: Anyhow, yes, it's these guys: Park Federal Credit Union. My parents financed their last and only W-Body through them. They usually have really good interest rates.

My, my! It sounds we have a mighty dirty mind here!

Pics ... pics ... that reminds me, will you have your camera ready by this time next year, by any chance? :AH-HA_wink:

Denial isn't just a river in Egypt ya know. :AH-HA_wink:

I've made my submission. Let's see what happens ... I know this is off subject, but thank you for finally getting a sig that my eyes can digest with the joy of a nine-course meal. Before, my eyes only vomited after each viewing ... And might I ask, how do those waffles taste by the way?

And Camino dies happy. What can I say? I really do like the ST. This sort of truck would be the most welcome direct replacement for my Sonoma. Let's hope we see more trucks in the same vein as this new ST.

Worst Car Showcase Presents: The Chevrolet Vega The Vega could quite possibly be one of GM's worst efforts in the sub-compact car market in the history of the company. When GM and Chevrolet introduced the Vega models, which were a coupe (Hatchback), a sedan (Notchback), a two-door station wagon (Kammback), and a sedan delivery (Panel Express), all the way back in 1971, it was their poorly concerted answer to Volkswagen ass-engined Beetle, Ford's cheeky pint-sized rolling fireball, known as the Pinto, as well as the torrent of bland and dreary econo-boxes being shipped over from Japan by the bushel full. Yes, when it came to the era of disco and bell-bottom jeans, the Vega offered a level of downright crude horrors previously not seen at GM, as well as paving the way for the equally mediocre Vega-based Monza (not surprising), and it's eventual replacement, the Chevette. Sure, the Vega looked like a sub-compact car suitable for the enthusiast on paper when it was new: it was rear-drive, it had a manual transmission available, and was relatively lightweight for it's era. It's because of those three credentials alone it has attracted many hot-rodders over the years wanting a cheap project to get them into the weekend drag races. But, make no mistake, when this car was new, it was about as far from an enthusiast model as you could get. The Vega, for starters, had a four-cylinder engine, known as the 2300, notorious for it's poor fuel frugality, it's constant thirst for oil, it's tendency to self-destruct partially due to it's oil-a-holicism, and it's cooling troubles. And, above all else, there wasn't any version of the 2300 that could break the 100 net horsepower mark, meaning that even a rat running an exercise wheel could produce more brake horsepower than you could. As a result of this lack of any sort of real power, or lack of a real engine for that matter, you could crawl inch by painful inch to sixty miles an hour in a whole 12.2 seconds, which made rocking out to Europe something of a dreary task to tackle. And even GM was aware that the Vega was no spring chicken, so they brought in Cosworth to fix the car's anemic acceleration woes. But not even mighty Cosworth with their racing expertise could fix this car's motivational deficiency. The Cosworth Vega managed to get-up-n-go in a scant 8.7 seconds, about a 3.5 second improvement. It was also about 500 dollars cheaper than a base Corvette at the time, which meant that, with what little money you had saved, you could go down to the gun store and buy a gun to shoot yourself in the foot with for not buying the better car. Because it was still too slow and now much too expensive for most anyone to afford, sales fell about 1,500 units short of the projected 5,000 units GM was hoping to sell. To add insult to the already lengthy list of injuries, reliability was virtually nil and it was more prone to body corrosion than an Alfa Romeo sitting at the bottom of the Dead Sea. The styling of early Vega were meant to mimic the early second-generation Camaros, then new at the time of the Vega's debut, with their Ferrari-inspired body lines and design cues. The 1974 update also attempted to continue this big-brother-little-brother relationship. But, in all honesty, given the Vega's bastardly tendencies, this relationship is anything but rosy red and should be view wholly as an insult to the Camaro. It's hard to fathom that GM found two-million suckers that actually wanted to buy this car. You would've had a much better option in walking or taking the bus. To quote (and paraphrase) Mr. John Z. DeLorian on the car, it was a horrible product forced upon Chevrolet by GM management and had an engine that "looked like it had been taken off a 1920 farm tractor."

f@#kin' goddamn sweet (sans the retarded slogan).

wax