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I think the store should absolutely put the child's full name on the cake. Here's why: Store puts the kid's name on the cake, ignorant white supremacist (his daughter's middle name is Aryan Nations, anybody else catch that?) dad is happy, he shuts his mouth and blows away like a fart in the wind until the stork drops off his next little inbred bundle of joy. (David Duke or James Earl Ray? I wonder.....) The alternative: Store sticks to its guns, the ACLU steps in on dad's behalf because worthless asswipes are people too (they've already gone to bat for other pillars of the community like members of the KKK and NAMBLA, remember), ignorant dad and the ACLU gets a huge decision in their favor because the justice system is full of spineless douchebags, and then every other like-minded hick names the children they have with their sister things like "I Hate Niggers And Jews" and "White Pride World Wide" because they know it's their legal right to have it written on birthday cakes and everything else for the rest of time. Great.

No such rule at all, sir. I look forward to your "spots" because you're one of the few here that understands that seeing 29 brand new Accords and Camrys and Malibus in your travels isn't really a "spot" and therefore not worth mentioning. I, too, only save my responses in these threads for the good stuff.

That's quite a round of spotting for so late in the season. 'Round here all the old cars are locked away for the season. My father's '37 Packard is hiding in the garage for the winter with 74(!) miles on it. He barely got to drive it before the weather turned bad and the roads were salted to death.

The only winter driving aid I approve of is the one year only "Liquid Tire Chain" option for the 1969 Camaro: Everything else is for pussies.

I dunno? Changing cars like most people change their socks? I really couldn't tell you.....

That's amazing! Owning a true, unmolested low-miles "barn find" something is on my list of stuff to have before I die!

......... on craigslist: http://boston.craigslist.org/gbs/cto/941663335.html So there's the first thing I'm buying if my Powerball ticket hits tonight!

My father doesn't believe in the need for four wheel drive, nor do I. This winter he'll be driving his 2000 Silverado C1500 with a G80 posi and 3.73's without snow tires, and I'll be driving my 1990 Suburban R1500 with a G80 posi and 3.42's without snow tires. The both of us are veterans of driving RWD in the winter with no ABS or tration control, and wouldn't have it any other way. I had a beat up four wheel drive Suburban once and it seemed like more of an invitation for me to be stupid with than anything else. All I ever really did with it is took it into deep snow to see if I could get it stuck (never happened!), and drove over snowbanks and islands in the grocery store parking lot with it. I'd love another one to have to do stuff like that with, but as far as a daily driver goes, I'll take my RWD Burb that goes just as good through snow and DOESN'T ride like a stagecoach any day of the week.

Yes, that's exactly it.

Wonder how long before it's on craigslist for $6500 because it's a RARE CLASSIC ANTIQUE BIG BLOCK MUSCLE CAR. Not many left around! They don't make them like this anymore! When was the last time YOU saw one?! A similar model (numbers matching 1970 GTO Judge Ram Air 4-speed convertible with factory air, but who's counting, right? They're both two-door Pontiacs so it's like the exact same thing!) just went for $550,000 at Barrett-Jackson.

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I knew exactly which one it was before I even scrolled down to see its location. That thing was on craigslist for the last year and a half around here with no takers and got as low as $3200. It's a great car; wish I had the coin for it.

Saw my '59 Chevy roaring down the highway as I do every Monday morning. December 1st, driving rain, roads have already been salted multiple times, doesn't mean a thing to the guy that owns it apparently. I say good for him, but he'd better be washing it!

"How can I stop being a slave to my Blackberry like this?" Find a high bridge with low water underneath. Problem solved.

Funny that you mention the "wicker basket" style; I haven't seen one of those since my mother had one in her '85 Eldorado almost 20 years ago. As for me, I use the good old-fashioned tree in Royal Pine. It's what I grew up with. My father had a whole forest of Royal Pine hanging from the emergency brake release in his '87 Sierra Classic, and does today in his 2000 Silverado. He's one of those people that keeps buying new ones but never throws the old ones away until they look down and realize that they probably don't need 35 at once.

My dad was a big time Pontiac guy in his younger days too. His first car was a '70 Grand Prix SJ which was sadly totalled one night when he parked it on the street and ran into a pizza shop to pick up his food. He replaced it with a '70 Catalina convertible which he later gave to my mother for her first car while they were still dating. Funny story about my dad's Catalina: it came through the Ford/Lincoln/Mercury dealership he worked at on trade for a brand new 1977 Lincoln Continental Town Coupe. He was immediately drawn to it because the car had very low mileage and was garage-kept its entire life; absolutely flawless..... except for the interior which was destroyed. As the story goes, the car belonged to the wife of a local business owner and was driven sparingly. The couple also owned some sort of big dog. So one day the lady takes the dog out for a ride and then runs into downtown to do some shopping, leaving the dog in the car. So some kids see the dog in the car and run up and start teasing it. The dog flips out and ultimately tore the seats and door panels of the car to shreds. The wife comes back and was so upset that she didn't even want to look at the car anymore. So my father tells the owner of the dealership he'll take the car as-is, shredded seats and all. The guy tells him he's crazy but sells it to him nonetheless for next to nothing. Little did he know that my father had a friend whose family owned a junkyard; he bought everything he needed for it for a hundred bucks, spent a weekend swapping it in, and he was rolling in style. Anywho, back to the point: it's gonna be a sad day when we live in a world without Pontiac. It will make my need to own one all that more urgent. Anybody got a line on a '65 Bonneville convertible?

If I'm seeing your 2008 picture of the bridge correctly, is that water down where the trains used to run? And if so, why? How long has it been since something's run on those rails?

Totally agree with you. I've said it a million times and I'll say it again: when it comes time for me to purchase a home, it MUST have ample garage space because I see redoing a lot of old Cadillacs and Chevy/GMC trucks in my future.

Gassed up the Burb on my lunch break today at $1.83

I think I might've f@#ked it up when I went back to edit my post; I think I may have deleted my initial post by mistake and just re-posted the edited version as new? I dunno, I kinda suck at the internets.

What if you had no wife to F because she was killed by a drunk driver that didn't get stopped because there were no sobriety checkpoints? Because, unfortunately, something like that is often what it will take for a smug asswipe like you to realize the necessity and importance of such a procedure.

Making a nice big turkey dinner with the girl and watching the Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade (glad to see all the floats are being pulled by Tahoe/Yukon hybrids; hopefully it'll be good publicity for GM at a time when it's certainly needed), then going down to visit my parents for dessert and football! Happy Thanksgiving to all!

Having a tailgate in dry, sunny California is not a big deal. But up here in New England where the hard winters and gratuitous use of road salt take their toll on vehicles, barn doors are a MUST. Tailgates on this generation 'Burb around here rot out and then FALL out! I had a '90 V1500 with a tailgate before the barn door R1500 I have now that I was afraid to open because of how rotted out it was back there. Every time I did it could have been my last! Nice truck and welcome to the forums. Glad to see I'm not the only one rocking one of the last real all-steel Suburbans.

This reminds me of when I still had my '96 Riviera: I went to the local car wash to vacuum it out one day and an older guy that worked there complimented me on it, then proceeded me to tell me about how one of his friends back in high school used to have "one of the ones with a pointed back" (the '71-'73 boattail, obviously), and everybody used to give them the strangest looks because of all the big, smoky FRONT WHEEL DRIVE burnouts they used to do in the car. I politely reminded him that the Riviera wasn't offered with FWD until 1979, but he swore up and down that him and his buddies roasted front tires on a boattail Riv at every red light. Right. You must've had the one they plopped on a Toronado frame by mistake. Idiot.

Every time I see Michael Moore I can't help but wonder which one of his parents had sex with a buffalo. Was it his mom, or was it his dad? It's truly one of life's great mysteries. Michael Moore has been exposed time and again as one of the world's largest hypocrites and virtually every argument he's ever made has been shot full of holes till there's nothing left to shoot. It baffles me that any so-called credible media source would even consider giving him the time of day.