And more Cadillac Vs in general.
But my current job blocks Oppo because it thinks it is part of Kotaku... I really miss Oppo but I try to not use the computer after work anymore. Anyway, I’m drinking to all you opponauts tonight. Cheers.
Basically it means one day:
And I’m not sure why. But I will take all the stars from everyone.
Opponauts, I saw this article on the FP about the new Tata Motors Land Rover Range Rover Velar being “just a giant sunroof” but to me, that is absolutely not a sunroof. In my mind it’s a window, or more specifically a skylight. Anyway, I’m just looking for opinions. Is it a sunroof if it doesn’t open?
For my car.
I’ve always known what cars my parents owned before I was forming memories, but until tonight it never struck me to ask my parents what cars their parents had growing up. Turns out my grandpa had some pretty sweet rides and thing for flat engines. He had a cloth-top 56' Beetle, that, in my mind, is spec’d like this:
You start with a Range Rover Discovery and melt it a bit. That dorsal fin pillar cue is already overdone in my mind...
...it makes me want to leave like Jerry. Then go look at Porsches like Jerry would.
No spoilers I believe.
I did the same thing for VII. R4 unit on some ancient combustion device for your time.
Hi Opponauts, I purchased a 2009 WRX. I think it would be neat to have a boost gauge. In my research I found a small OLED one that I think I can integrate in a manner that retains a stock look. Here is a Phostoshopped rendering of what I would like to do:
The times, they are a’changing. This is my first time buying a car. No remorse yet.
There is just one problem...
In my last post, I said my 2002 Forester died. I didn’t mention that the engine blew. Not my image (car is still in my sister’s driveway), but when you look under the hood, this is what greets you:
My Forester suffered a catastrophic failure last night. I’m going to miss it so much, we’ve been through many miles and years together.
There is only one week until election day and I am beyond stoked. People going to the polls, newscasters clenched all day, my dad opening champagne or blowing his brains out, but above all else— one thing about next Tuesday has me more excited than anything else: