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Culford Car Show - Pro Shoot
Going back a few weeks I was at the Culford Car Show which is one of the biggest in the area which I always enjoy. I took plenty of pictures and spread them across two posts. My photo’s come out pretty much OK on my trusty Samsung S23 Ultra, but they are not perfect like a proper digital camera and quality lenses. At the show I got talking to a couple of photographers; Matthew Filby and Emily…
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This 1965 Ford Mustang fastback (Chassis 5T09A146475) is built for spirited road performance with a Terlingua paint scheme found much less often than the Shelby stripes commonly seen on modified fastbacks. The build sheet is impressive, with a dyno-tuned 302, Tremec 5-speed, 4-wheel disk brakes, Cobra Automotive suspension, and a stiffened unibody. The original A-code 289 and 4-speed transmission are included (needing rebuild), and the car is a turn-key driver with a aged patina that makes it perfect for road events
This car was originally delivered to the state of Florida and discovered in North Carolina wearing its original time-faded body panels and interior. The seller says that the car is amazingly fun to drive, partially because there is no power steering, power brakes, A/C, or radio. We had the same list in our ’65 fastback, and so did the ’65 Shelby cars before they were softened in ’66, and wouldn’t do otherwise if we have one again. Mechanical enhancements from Cobra Automotive are as follows: ■Big spindle kit w/larger bearings (as per the Trans Am cars) ■Billet aluminum racing hub kit ■Deep Trans-Am lug nuts ■Rollerized coil spring pivots ■Road race coil springs (600 lb. with polyurethane spring insulators) ■Koni adjustable shock absorbers w/Koni urethane bushings kit ■Competition front cross member (used on the Boss 302 Trans Am cars) ■Super duty tie rod end kit ■Quick steer kit w/frame pin and rollerized bearing kit w/idler arm pitman arm ■Competition master cylinder upgrade with stainless steel brake lines ■Adjustable brake proportioning valve ■Competition front & rear disc brakes ■Adjustable brake push rod ■Roller bearing steering kit ■Stage 1 Road Race Rear Suspension ■Shelby style under ride traction bars ■Lowering blocks (1 inch) ■Competition kill switch (battery) ■Rotunda racing mirrors ■GT 350 hood pin kit; Other upgrades include: ■Control Freak Suspension upper & lower control arm set ■Torque Thrust aluminum wheels ■Sub-frame connectors ■Heavy duty racing clutch ■1-inch competition front sway bar ■Halogen head lights (Tri-bar) ■LED tail lights ■Battery relocation to trunk ■Electrical rewire (Ron Francis Retro kit) ■Headlight wire mesh stone guards;
The engine was built on a 1992 302 roller block and was broken in on the dyno and tested at 300hp and 315 lb-ft of torque. It has 3000 miles since the rebuild at West Carleton Automotive in Ottawa, Canada, and was assembled in the style of the ’65 Shelby GT 350 with black painted block, Cobra valve covers, hi-po 14″ air cleaner assembly, and ceramic coated Tri-Y headers. Other details on the build include: ■Hot tank and mag tested parts ■Sonic inspection on block ■Align hone ■Pedestal rockers ■E303 roller cam ■Roller lifters ■Eagle connecting rods ■Speed Pro pistons ■Speed Pro oil pump and pick-up ■Clevite cam bearing set ■ARP fasteners ■True roller timing set ■MSD electronic distributor ■140 amp heavy duty alternator ■Heavy duty fuel pump ■K & N air filter ■Competition high capacity oil pan ■4 core aluminum radiator w/ electric fan ■Dual exhaust with Shelby type glass pack mufflers matching revs. There is also an alarm and kill switch installed
The car still features the original seats, headliner, and door panels, and is fully original apart from the new original style carpet and one arm rest. The fold-down rear seat remains intact and a quality wood steering wheel from Tony D. Branda has been added. The dash has the R-model instrument panel with AutoMeter tach, speedo, fuel, water temp, amp., oil pressure, and volts gauges, as well as a competition oil pressure warning light. The ’65 Shelby radio block-off plate means the driver gets to concentrate on matching revs. There is also an alarm and kill switch installed.
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48 hours in. . . Toronto, an insider guide to Canada's spirited first city
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Canada's multicultural fusion
Canada's biggest city, the 4th biggest in North America, is regularly rated among the most effective areas to live in the world. Investing also a few days here makes it very easy to see why. Cosmopolitan and also cultured, fun as well as fun-loving, with an icing of unpredictability simply to make points fascinating, Toronto takes pride in being the dynamic, innovative and also risk-free amount of all its components.
The city's roots show in myriad ways, with greater than 200 cultures stood for on the streets. (The truth that there are 3 Chinatowns as well as 2 Little Italys speaks volumes.) This is among the reasons the cooking scene is such a big deal-- there are much more ingredients in the pantry to pull from. With four first-rate sporting activities teams, a spirited arts scene and a vibrant beachfront with its very own flight terminal, Toronto makes both a gratifying end destination and an excellent pitstop.
Warm right now ...
Doug Wallace, our citizen specialist, supplies his top tips on the best things to do and also puts to eat and drink this period.
Consume
Canada's initial Eataly (55 Bloor St. W.; 00 1 437 374 0250) has opened up in the ManuLife Centre to much excitement and also more than a couple of crowds. Spanning 50,000 square feet over 3 levels, the Italian marketplace brings the preference of Italy home to Yorkville's Mink Mile. Locate takeaway counters, dining establishments, regional as well as Italian components, food preparation courses as well as more. - The best dining establishments in Toronto
Do
Not just does Resort X Toronto (111 Princes' Blvd., 4th flooring; 00 1 647 943 9300) have a gigantic 90,000-square-foot gym with 4 interior tennis courts and also 9 squash courts, but it now likewise has Canada's first Guerlain Day spa. Get pampered via customised body therapies and facials in 10 areas, plus pre- and post-stay lounges with views of the lake. - The very best things to do in Toronto
Drink
Don't let the false front of Vatican Gift Store (1047 Gerrard St. E.; 00 1 416 462 2682) mislead you: the makeshift gift store opens speakeasy-style to expose a low-lit Gothic secluded administering European and regional brews, clever (as well as solid) mixed drinks as well as thin-crust, hand-tossed Neopolitan pizzas. Stock up on votive candles on your way out. - The most effective night life in Toronto
48 hours in ... Toronto
The first day
MORNING
Even if you're not staying at the Delta Resort Toronto, begin your day with a vibrant coffee and also a morning meal sandwich at SOCO to Go (75 Lower Simcoe St; 00 1 416 637 5465), the hotel's 24-hour grab-and-go counter and also café in the southeast corner of the structure.
Your 2nd quit of the day is nearby: Ripley's Fish tank of Canada (288 Bremner Blvd; 00 1 647 351 3474) opens at 9am, which is when the displays will be the least crowded. After having a look at the jellyfish wall surface and seeing stingrays skyrocket over your head in the undersea gallery, function your means over to the Hockey Hall of Popularity (30 Yonge St; 00 1 416 360 7765) to look into the interactive video games as well as well-known souvenirs.
MID-DAY
There's absolutely nothing even more Canadian than a peameal bacon sandwich (a kind of unsmoked back bacon). Discover one for lunch at Carousel Bakery, right near the front door in the St. Lawrence Market (93 Front St. E.; 00 1 416 392 7219). If bacon is not your thing, head to the reduced level to consider greater than a dozen hot-food stalls. The marketplace has been a culinary hub of the city given that 1803, which in Canada-years resembles 2 centuries.
After that, a 10-minute stroll south to the water's side will land your toes in the sand at the synthetic Sugar Coastline (Lower Jarvis St. and Queen's Quay E). Sit under the cotton-candy pink umbrellas and also enjoy the tankers get here in the harbour prior to continuing to the historic Distillery Area (55 Mill St.). Take a great, slow-moving poke regarding this pedestrian-only cultural territory of shops, present stores, clothes stores and also galleries. SOMA is the most effective bean-to-bar chocolatier in the area.
LATE
Pre-cocktails, take a little stroll via Yorkville Area (Cumberland Ave. at Bellair St.), in search of stars shopping or ordering cappucinos in their baseball caps and sunglasses. Duck into either The Oxley (121 Yorkville Ave.; 00 1 647 348 1300) for pints on the (much quieter) 2nd flooring or opt for martinis at d|bar in the Four Seasons (60 Yorkville Ave.; 00 1 416 964 0411).
Supper reservations tonight are at Constantine (15 Charles. St. E.; 00 1 647 475 4436), a little piece of Italian-Mediterranean paradise in the back of Anndore Home. Just move up front to the cocktail bar for a nightcap or stroll a brief block east to the Gay Town for a drag show at Woody's (467 Church St.; 00 1 416 972 0887).
- The most effective dining establishments in Toronto
Day 2
MORNING
The most effective time to get your photo taken in the "O" of the Toronto indicator at City Hall (100 Queen St. W. at Bay St.) remains in the morning prior to any individual else is around. Get a quick chai latte initially at Bannock (401 Bay St.; 00 1 416 861 6996).
Post photoshoot, it's a 15-minute walk to a healthy breakfast at Karine's (109 McCaul St.; 00 1 416 591 0863), a little food court serving morning meal staples with a side of Center Eastern, along with vegan and gluten-free, treats. Satisfied, you can then do a deep-dive right into the long-term collection (or exploring exhibits) nearby at the age-old Art Gallery of Ontario (317 Dundas St. W.; 00 1 416 979 6648).
AFTERNOON
On via Chinatown currently to the bohemian neighbourhood of Kensington Market (Kensington Ave. as well as Dundas. St. W.) to take a look at its indie society, vintage garments shops as well as art rooms. While you're there, put into a piled-high hamburger at Ozzy's Hamburgers (66 1/2 Nassau St.; 00 1 416 862 7983)-- have the Mustang Sally.
Stroll it off by heading back down to Queen St. W. and also shopping your means westward-- both sides of the street, mind you-- completely to Trinity Bellwoods Park (790 Queen St. W. at Strachan Ave.). Must-stops in the process must consist of: Frank as well as Oak for men's and also ladies's clothing and also possibly a quick haircut (735 Queen St. W.; 00 1 647 930 8711), Zane for the developer jewelry and desirable bags (753 Queen St. W.; 00 1 647 352 9263) and the shoe heaven that is Heel Kid (773 Queen St. W.; 00 1 416 362 4335).
LATE
Supper is also westward this evening, but first, choose of fresh margaritas or tequila shots at Reposado (136 Ossington St.; 00 1 416 532 6474) or a couple of Rust and also Bone cocktails at The Drake Hotel (1150 Queen St. W.; 00 1 416 531 5042), whose bartenders virtually created the craft mixed drink scene in Toronto
Then for a little taste of Argentina at Tanto (74 Ossington Ave.; 00 1 416 546 3022). Fill out on the innovative little plates-- such as the spicy beef empanada with paprika aioli or smoked squid covered with pancetta as well as scorched almond salsa-- then just share one primary.
Later, take your pick of the area's live songs areas: a burlesque program at the saucy Painted Lady (218 Ossington Ave.), classic blues or people at The Dakota Pub (249 Ossington Ave.; 00 1 416 850 4579) or an indie band at The Fort (1197 Dundas St. W.; 00 1 416 519 9439).
- The very best night life in Toronto.
When to go ...
Might to October is the best time to visit Toronto, while the sun is out, the dining establishment patio areas are jumping, as well as everyone gets on the street after a lengthy winter season cooped inside. June, July and also August are usually hot and humid, 30 levels seems like 40 levels. On summertime weekend breaks, residents go out of community to their homes, leaving the city streets (and dining establishment chairs) to you. Summer season is additionally when most of the city's festivals are slated, focusing on food as well as beverage, arts and also theater, multiculturalism, songs as well as movie. The excellent climate just doesn't just transform itself off come August 31, either: In September, kids go back to college, grownups return to organisation as well as you have the sidewalks, stores and destinations to on your own.
Know prior to you go ...
Necessary information
Vacationer board info: 00 1 416 203 2500; seetorontonow.com Emergency situation fire and ambulance: 911 Emergency police: 911 British Consular Office: 777 Bay St., Collection 2800; 00 1 416 593 1290.
The essentials.
Flight time: Fly from London to Toronto in 7 hours. Currency: Canadian dollar. International dialling code: +1.
Local laws and etiquette.
- Canadians are notoriously courteous, conscientious as well as unstuffy, normally expecting the very same of others.
- Like elsewhere in North America, it is customary to tip 15-20 per cent for service in restaurants and bars. Ditto the cab driver, massage specialist, tourist guide and hairstylist. For hotel housekeeping team, budget plan CAD$ 3-$ 5 (₤ 1.80- ₤ 3) per day.
- The Toronto Transit System of trains, streetcars and buses-- while flawed-- is safe and also simple. The train trains stop at 1:30 am. Some streetcar and buses run overnight. Visit ttc.ca.
- Taxis abound and you can flag them down on the street or call one of the dozen business. Fares are approximately CAD$ 4 (₤ 2) per mile. Uber and Lyft vehicle drivers, while a lot more numerous as well as additionally less costly, are normally much less aware of the midtown streets, so cross your fingers.
- If you're driving yourself, know that you can make a right turn on a traffic signal and you can make a U-turn in the middle of the street, unless there are signs mentioning or else.
- Toronto is a two-kiss sort of location, however that is booked for people you know. A firm handshake is fine for brand-new associates.
- You can get cannabis legally. You have to smoke or vape it outside or in somebody's private residence. Check out ontario.ca/ cannabis for more details.
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For Sale As A Pair: A 1966 Plymouth Barracuda Drag Car With A 1965 Dodge C-500 Hauler
This is quite possibly the best vintage weekend drag racing rig for sale anywhere in the world at the moment, it’s a combination of 1966 Plymouth Barracuda drag car on the back of a 1965 Dodge C-500 hauler. Far from being a modern conversion, these vehicles were both used in their respective roles in period, and the Barracuda has verified vintage racing history.
The 1966 Plymouth Barracuda Drag Car
The mid-1960s were a time of intense competition in the pony car market segment created by the arrival of the Ford Mustang in 1964.
The Plymouth Barracuda was developed specifically to compete with Ford rumoured new sports car (the Mustang) and the Corvair, and win some of their sales. Although money at Plymouth was tight they scraped together enough of a budget and built the Barracuda using the Valiant’s Chrysler’s A-body platform.
Company executives were planning on calling the new car the “Panda” but met with significant internal resistance, particularly from the designers, and the name “Barracuda” won out in the end. Thankfully. The first generation Barracuda was built from 1964 till 1966, the car did sell in respectable numbers though never anything close to the numbers of the Mustang.
The ’66 Barracuda drag car you see here was a period competitor, decades after its heyday it was found in the grass with no engine and no small amount of patina. Fortunately it was rescued and carefully rebuilt to preserve its hard-earned patina, it’s now fitted with a 383 cu. in. (6.3 litre) “B” big-block Chrysler B-engine, rated with a maximum power output (in production trim) of 330 hp and 460 ft lbs of torque.
Power is sent to the live axle rear end via a 727 3-speed automatic transmission (TorqueFlite 8) that was popular due to its ability to handle high horsepower (and torque) engines, and due to its cast aluminum casing that reduces weight by 60 lbs (27 kgs).
The interior of the car is as spartan as you’d expect from a racing car, there are just two pedals and a steering wheel alongside the Hurst shifters, there’s a single seat and a roll cage, and that’s just about it. It has a one-piece front end and it’s fitted with bespoke suspension front and back, with period correct alloy wheels, open headers, large velocity stacks that extend above the hood, and rear tires capable of wrinkling the Earth’s crust.
The car is reportedly a strong runner, it just needs a new owner to take it out and stretch its legs.
The 1965 Dodge C-500 Hauler
The Dodge C-500 hauler is from 1965, it’s been heavily modified for its occupation to include storage for tools and equipment, not to mention plenty of space for stars, stripes, branding, and a sleeper cab.
The Dodge C-series trucks, also known as the LCF models, were sold from 1960 until 1975 in a variety of versions with a number of engine options including both diesel and gasoline. Alongside the C500, Dodge also sold the C600, C700, C800, C900, and C1000.
The particular truck is fitted with a 383 cu. in. (5.21 litre) Chrysler A engine, a small-block V8 gasoline engine with polyspherical combustion chambers. It’s sometimes called the “318 Poly”, and the highest-output version was capable of 290 bhp.
The C-series trucks were known for their unusual front ends that could open up for maintenance, the hood swings up and each fender swings out in front of the grill – making life far easier for mechanics.
Both the hauler and the drag car are due to cross the auction block with RM Sotheby’s later this month, if you’d like to read more about it or register to bid you can click here to visit the listing.
  Images: ©2020 Courtesy of RM Auctions
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Fullmetal Alchemist OG vs. Brotherhood: The Fifth Laboratory (OG 20-22, BH 08)
And now we enter the Fifth Laboratory. OG added a ton of content here, extending this into a full arc.
Fullmetal Alchemist Episode 20: "Soul of the Guardian"
The Elrics learn that the guards are souls bound to empty suits of armor. Ed struggles in his battle against Number 48, a serial killer known as Slicer, When his automail arm malfunctions, the result of Winry forgetting to add a small bolt. Ed is troubled to see that his opponent is a pair of brothers, where the younger one controls the body. Ed manages to defeat Slicer by use of Scar's destruction technique, yet he refuses to finish them off, due to seeing Al in the same manner. Al realizes that Number 66 is Barry the Chopper, who tries to suggest that Al never truly existed, saying he was a doll made for Ed. Contemplating on the possibility, Al recalls that Ed was afraid of telling him something.
We open by recapping the fight openers from the end of last episode. This really reeks of padding for time. It's reasonable to show the whole fight, but then why did they show a little bit of them last episode? BH had a much cleaner break.
Apparently the seals work by forming a connection between the iron in the blood and the metal in the armor.
There's a relatively comedic soundtrack during the battle. Why?
Ed leaps back to just barely dodge one of Slicer's attacks, but lands awkwardly and falls.
Ed seemed to get tired out awfully quick compared to the fights he's been in before.
Barry is portrayed as a comedic oaf in his battle, a far cry from the horror villain he was before. I much prefer the latter version. Having Barry show up earlier was a really cool idea, but they probably should have changed his personality here as well. (I also do wonder if it might have been stronger to make him go up against Ed instead, but Ed does need to form a connection with Slicer for what happens later to have the proper impact.)
Ross keeps her cool and takes charge when Armstrong intimidates them.
Ed really shouldn't be able to keep landing on his injured arm like that. I guess maybe the cut was light, but it's bleeding an awful lot.
Slicer cuts through Ed's created spear in a single attack, while the automail's still holding up.
Slicer is talking an awful lot. I guess if he's certain he'll win it's a bit reasonable, but if his entire strategy is tiring Ed out, he shouldn't be pausing to give him opportunities to rest.
Ed is in really bad shape after the second wound.
Slicer throws Ed's "all's fair in war" back at him when he complains about the two souls. LOL.
Slicer interrupts Ed before he can transmute. Good to see someone finally doing that.
Slicer tells Ed to kill them because they're not people. Obviously Ed does not agree with that.
I don't understand how Al can fall for the idea he's not real. They have photographs showing Al existed.
Slicer loses it at the discovery that it's only now that they've become soul-armor that they're treated as people.
"Do you have any proof you really existed???" PHOTOGRAPHS
Fullmetal Alchemist Episode 21: "The Red Glow"
Scar luckily arrives and helps a disadvantaged Al defeat Barry. This causes Barry to set off explosives, freeing an imprisoned Greed as well as others around him. The older Slicer agrees to take Ed to the interior of the laboratory, but the younger Slicer breaks his blood seal after Ed calls him human. Solf J. Kimblee, the "Crimson Alchemist", and several other prisoners are led by a fake Grand to be ingredients for the philosopher's stone. Ed and Slicer are attacked by mutant chimeras until they are called off by Tucker, who, after his death was fabricated, has become a chimera himself. As Al and Scar travel into the laboratory, Scar reminisces about his brother and Ishbal, but they are attacked by Lust and Gluttony, who Scar reveals to be homunculi. Tucker shows Ed around the laboratory, who realizes that he has been given the opportunity to create the philosopher's stone.
Barry continues to get played for comedy.
Barry recognizes Scar's arm but doesn't want to say anything about it.
Greed has been imprisoned for 130 years.
The younger Slicer insists there's no life for them so Ed should just kill him. Ed tries to argue by saying if he gets the Philosopher's Stone he'll restore them too, but they just say they'll be executed again, unless he wants to shelter serial killers.
Ed tries to stop him from killing himself, including leaping onto him and restraining his arm. I feel like he should be tearing his wounds open by doing that. Ed looks really horrified when he kills himself.
Ed agonizes over what he could have done. Slicer says there are many problems in the world with no answer.
Why is Envy disguising himself as Grand? They did say the laboratory was under his control, but has news of his death not reached Central?
They foreshadowed Tucker brilliantly, I must say. We were told his execution was rushed, Ed calls it a coverup, and then we learn supposedly executed prisoners were actually funneled into the laboratory. It makes perfect sense.
Tucker looks nicely creepy. His human body is grafted on upside-down. How are his glasses staying on, though?
Ed immediately confronts him over Nina. I am pleased that that is continuing to matter.
Al says he heard Ishbal was destroyed for coming too close to a Philosopher's Stone? When?
Scar flashback! We see his human transmutation attempt. It looks even worse than the Elrics'. But what did he lose in the attempt?
Okay, so apparently they were doing all this to "verify" Marcoh's notes were true? How exactly did they plan to do that? Kill a ton of people and see if anything happened?
Ed tries to ask who runs the place, but doesn't get an answer.
Tucker turned himself into a chimera trying to make a Nina chimera? How does that work? Possibly rebound, if he’s working with flawed Stones.
Fullmetal Alchemist Episode 22: "Created Human"
Hughes organizes an expedition to rescue the Elrics in the fifth laboratory. Envy, in the guise of Grand, gathers the human ingredients and forces Ed to attempt to transmute a philosopher's stone. Bradley joins the expedition and mobilizes the military in the rescue mission. Kimblee sets off an explosion, causing the prisoners to fall into the room below. Ed questions the prisoners for their reason being in the laboratory, though this results in a short fight against Envy before Lust intervenes. Lust takes Al hostage, giving Ed the ultimatum of transmuting the philosopher's stone or watching Al's blood seal be broken. Ed fails in his struggle to transmute the stone. Suddenly, Ed's body begins to react after being doused in the incomplete stone, destroying his surroundings. The homunculi escape as the military invades the base and Ross calms Ed down.
Mustang complains about his lack of screentime. Sorry, Mustang, this anime actually cares about its ostensible protagonists.
We cut to Scar fighting Gluttony. He is slammed through a wall and then falls two stories into Greed's prison. How is he surviving all this?
Al says the homunculi aren't people. Interesting, considering how much time we spent on that theme last episode.
Gluttony takes a bite out of Al.
Tucker says Marcoh left the Philosopher's Stones in this lab behind. That seems negligent when he said he was going to take the Stones in the flashback, but it does look like these ones would be harder to steal.
Tucker points out it's not like Ed can turn them back into people; flashback to Nina.
Slicer tries to sunk-cost fallacy it up, saying that the sacrifices' lives will have no meaning unless Ed completes the Stone.
Team Hughes runs into Bradley, who covers himself by saying by golly, he just didn't know what his direct subordinate was doing, and never bothered to ask! He somehow already knows Ed and Al are in there, and agrees to come with everyone for the rescue. The other soldiers are pleased, but Hughes looks suspicious.
Tucker seems to be tricking Ed into thinking he only needs to work on the liquid, and not that there will be additional deaths.
We get some nice science from Ed with him devising a strategy to refine the Stones.
Kimblee explains how he makes bombs: he transmutes the trace metals and organic compounds in the human body into explosives.
Ed doesn't joke when Envy calls him a pipsqueak. Thank you.
Ed tries to fight, but his automail arm goes limp. Envy beats him up.
Ooh, Envy suddenly gets angry at Ed for "carrying his blood". So we're foreshadowing that, too.
The homunculi promised Tucker they'd teach him how to bring Nina back to life.
Ed points out he won't have Nina's soul, but Tucker says he can place all his memories of her into the body and that will, in fact, be even better than the real thing. Cut to Al looking suspicious.
Lust says the homunculi can't use alchemy, which is why they need Ed. Why couldn't they just have Dante do it, though?
Ed pieces together that he's been dancing to their strings the whole time and has a breakdown. Apparently they taught Marcoh as well. What I want to know is why they wanted to destroy his research if they wanted someone to follow it? Were they worried that their prospective alchemist would have a crisis of conscience if they learned too much?
Lust invokes equivalent exchange: we give you the Stone, you use it to make us human.
Slicer moans in pain when Lust scrapes his seal. Ed looks horrified and screams at her to stop.
Al screams at Ed to stop, saying he doesn't want this if it's at the cost of human lives. Envy laughs and points out he knew that when he tried to transmute Trisha, but he did it anyway: only a human life can pay for a human life. Lust chimes in that they knew they were becoming dogs of the military, and they accepted it. They've always been willing to make sacrifices for this goal, so what's one more, really? Ed actually looks like he buys into it, saying if he gives up here they'll never get their bodies back.
But Ed can't bring himself to do it in the end.
ONLY NOW does Scar come to the rescue. Why was he waiting until the last second???
Bradley orders the rescue team to kill all non-civilians, makes a scary face. So I guess he's writing this off as a loss, perhaps planning to move everything to a new location later.
Ross hugs Ed and this somehow stops the runaway reaction. He passes out afterwards, so it could just be that that was going to happen anyway and they just needed to calm him down before he blew anything up.
Ed thinks Ross is his mom before he passes out, which is a little weird but hey, he's had a really bad day. And it’s another reminder on the child soldier thing.
Sloth tells the homunculi good job. Uh... why? They failed, and seem to have wrecked their supplies in the process. This seems like it should actually be a big setback.
We end with everyone clapping as Armstrong brings out the unconscious brothers. I found it a powerful visual: the brothers just went through Hell and barely made it out alive, and everyone’s just overjoyed the rescue was a success.
FMA Brotherhood Episode 8: "The Fifth Laboratory"
At the fifth laboratory, Alphonse fights Barry the Chopper outside, and Edward faces Slicer inside. It is revealed that both opponents are souls of murderers affixed to armor. Edward struggles in his battle when his automail arm malfunctions. Alphonse initially has the advantage in his fight, until Barry suggests that Alphonse never truly existed, claiming he was a doll made by Edward with false memories, causing Alphonse to contemplate the possibility. Edward is particularly troubled when his opponent turns out to be a pair of brothers, each controlling a different part of the armor. Edward manages to defeat Slicer by use of Scar's destruction technique, but before he can extract any information from the two brothers, they are killed by Lust and Envy. Edward demands to know who they are and tries to use alchemy, but his automail arm breaks and he is knocked out by Envy. Outside, Barry almost gains the upper hand over Alphonse, but Alphonse is saved by the arrival of Brosh and Ross. Lust and Envy destroy the lab to cover up the evidence of the philosopher's stone, but not before carrying Edward outside and handing him over to Brosh and Ross, commenting that he is a valuable resource.
Slicer's arena looks very different, much brighter with warmer colors. There's a Philosopher's Stone transmutation circle in it.
Slicer zooms forward and then pauses for like three seconds to give a one-liner. This is something that works in comics but not in animation. They're adapting the manga way too literally.
Ed doesn't need to see the bloodseal to figure out Slicer is animated armor. Slicer actually shows him his bloodseal once he figures it out and outright tells him he'll win if he destroys it. Ed lampshades how dumb this is, and Slicer says he "likes a little tension". I hate this trope. Let the heroes earn their victories, don't just give it to them, please.
Mustang still hasn't found Scar, and says he's believed to be dead.
Cut to Ross and Brosh finding the brothers escaped. Cartoon face.
They head to the 5th laboratory without consulting Hughes or any of that.
We still get the bit about Ed's shoulder being loose, but the only explanation is Winry saying it's lighter, not that she forgot a piece.
Ed still gets cut on the shoulder, but it's way less gruesome. It just looks like he's got a red tattoo under his jacket, it's not even bleeding.
But he does get blood on his head somehow? Brotherhood really likes doing that.
Cartoon face when Slicer calls Ed a monkey. I don't think it's appropriate, but I'll concede this one is more subjective.
Ed doesn't look nearly as exhausted. In OG he's covered in sweat by this point and visibly staggering with every move.
We get a flashback story about Barry since we don't know him in this continuity. There's just comedy as Al says he's never heard of him.
Same skit where Barry demands Al be freaked out about his body, only more cartoonish.
Al gets an anger mark placed… in midair…
Bit where Barry makes Al doubt his memories is pretty much the same. Once again, no one brings up photographs.
The guard from before tries to interrupt them and is killed by Barry. So… why couldn't Barry and Slicer just break out at any time? The only thing stupider than mad scientists creating an unstoppable supersoldier that will inevitably turn on them is it not turning on them for no given reason.
I hate the way the blood is drawn. It looks so fake. It's overdetailed, with clearly-defined outlines. It looks like it's just red goop.
Ed doesn't create a fake Al for his trick, which I think is more reasonable – the whole point was that Slicer wasn't giving him time to use alchemy in the OG fight. The fake Al was really only there as a fakeout of the audience.
We're speedrunning the fight. Ed gives his same line about blood loss making him woozy, but without POV cam to show it it's a lot less effective.
Cartoon face when younger Slicer starts flailing around.
Barry tells Al to break his bloodseal to find out if he's real; if he isn't, he should still be able to move. This is just getting more and more implausible. There'd be no need to add a useless bloodseal if Ed wasn't actually binding a soul.
Same bit where Slicer loses it at only now being called a person.
Slicer is about to tell Ed about the Philosopher's Stone and who ordered them to guard the place, but the homunculi show up and kill him, saying they can't let him tell Ed too much. So I guess the homunculi are also running the 5th laboratory in this continuity? So we still have the plot hole of them not trying very hard to keep Ed alive. Also not sure why they care so much about spilling the beans? Are they afraid knowledge of Philosopher's Stones can be used against them, since they're powered by them? Doesn't seem like they have any cause for that – you don't need to know anything about Philosopher's Stones to kill them, and fighting them is still a challenge.
Lust's fingernails bend.
Younger Slicer is upset when older Slicer dies.
Envy tortures younger Slicer to death by slowing cutting away at his bloodseal.
Envy admonishes Slicer for nearly killing one of their sacrifices. So… why didn't you… stop him earlier…?
Ed doesn't joke about Envy calling him pipsqueak. Congrats on restraining yourself for once, Brotherhood.
Aaand as soon as I say that, there's comedy when Ed's arm goes limp.
The homunculi say they're allowing Ed to live, but also that they can't have him sniffing around the laboratory again, so they're going to burn the place down. I still don't understand why they're trying so hard to keep this secret.
Ross and Brosh rescue Al from Barry. They're alone.
Envy just… delivers Ed and runs off.
We get a small scene with Kimblee, but he doesn't escape.
Ed doesn't see Envy transform, so he's not aware of that ability yet.
Conclusion
This is the first major divergence. OG has massively expanded the 5th laboratory plot into a full arc that establishes the villains' motivations, greatly furthers the hero's character development, and brings it all to an intense climax that engages with the driving question of the narrative. OG has finally committed to making its own plot, and the quality has skyrocketed as a result.
Almost everything I complained about in the OG episodes was there in the source as well. The Elrics having no clear reason to do any of this? In Brotherhood too. Lulzy serial killers? In Brotherhood too. Al forgetting photographs exist? In Brotherhood too. The villains supposedly needing Ed alive but not doing anything to keep him that way? In Brotherhood too.
Meanwhile, everything I liked about this arc was added by OG. Scar showing up? OG only. Tucker? OG only. Realistic fight choreography? OG only. Ed actually getting a chance to engage with the morality of affirming the humanity of murderers? OG only. Ed showing humanity and compassion for them? OG only. Awesome midpart cliffhanger? OG only. Interesting villain motivations? OG only. Actually menacing villains? OG only. Ross and Brosh actually acting like soldiers, and the military being functional? OG only. Something of narrative significance actually happening during this arc? OG only.
The good parts of the OG episodes are in spite of the source material, not thanks to them. The flaws were there because the writers weren't quite good enough to fix everything wrong with the disaster of a plot they were handed. And this is a disaster. No one's actions match their motivations. Ross and Brosh don't behave anything like actual soldiers. The heroes gain absolutely nothing of value. It is a complete waste of our time. The wheel-spinning that will characterize this entire series has already begun.
About the only substantive criticism I can give of the OG episodes is that the first half is a bit too slow even for me – but the Brotherhood episode is too fast, I'd say. It'd have been better for them to strike a middle ground, maybe spreading it into two episodes instead of three. 22 is pretty solid, but 20 and 21 could probably have been combined without losing much. But again, we just come back to the same point: OG would have been better if it had been even more irreverent to the source material and diverged even sooner.
On representation: Ross is once again the more important of the two by a mile. Brosh is barely a presence in OG. Her cooldown hug plays into some problematic feminine tropes, but the framing makes it clear that it was a truly brave act – even Armstrong hesitated to wade into Ed's storm. That alone makes Ross a truly strong female character in my book. Whether or not she can shoot stuff good isn't the only criteria that matters. Is she smart? Is she brave? Is she treated with dignity by the narrative? OG says yes to all three, unequivocally. Brotherhood says no to the former and latter, and a "yes, but not any moreso than her male comedy buddy" to the second.
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2018 Grand National Roadster Show Top 100 Winners:
1.  1929 Ford Roadster  James BobowskiOrange, California 
A historical influence was strong among the America’s Most Beautiful Roadster contenders, with James’ ’29 Model An as the most historical. The famous Eddie Dye roadster has been lost, found, parted out, and rotated through many owners and styles since the Ayala Brothers built it for Eddie almost 70 years ago. Jimmy White and his Circle City Hot Rods team restored the roadster, using many original parts, like the Whitey Clayton nose and hood, and reproducing others, like the belly pan and Crestliner wheel. The Evans Engineering Flathead, Cherry Orchid paint, Ford and Merc hubcaps, and Chris Plant’s recreated white pleated upholstery help bring 1952 into 2018.
2...1932 Ford Coupe  Bret Sukert Montesano, WA.
 This ’32 three-window got our attention as soon as we entered the Suede Palace. Bret’s ‘60s-style hot rod is built from an unmodified original steel body bought from well-known rodder Dick Page. Foss’s Hot Rods handled body and paint chores; Mitch Kim did all that ’striping. The suspension includes a dropped axle and transverse leafs in front and quarter ellipticals in back. The Chevy small-block is topped with a Weiand manifold and ’65-’66 GTO air cleaner. Interior elements include Mopar van seats, an N.O.S. Grant wheel, a restored Ha-Dees Stewart Warner blue face gauges (it took 50 gauges to get eight that matched). The coupe left the Suede Palace with the Best of Show award. 
3...1940 Ford Convertible Tony Miller San Pedro, 
CA Tony says that ’40 Fords don’t need any styling help, but he made an exception with this one by guillotining a standard coupe and adding a post-War-style top with quarter windows. At Don Dillard’s Highway 99 Hot Rods the hood and quarters were sectioned, front wheels moved forward, body channeled, doors stretched, trunk shortened, and many other mods were made, including a handmade ’40 Merc grille, ’39 trim, ’41 Stude taillights, and ‘40 Merc rear bumper. A Plymouth speedo and ’40 Ford instruments fill the dash facing Sid Chavers’ red leather interior. A 4V 289 Ford is tied to an AOD trans. The only unmodified parts are the front bumper, running boards, and headlight rings. 
4...1957 Ford Del Rio Ranch Wagon
Robert Florine Ventura, CA Growing up around wagons stirred Robert’s interest. He wanted a Ford because there is already an abundance of Chevys—plus he wanted a car he could put a shotgun motor in. Working with Steve Strope and crew at Pure Vision yielded this result. The profile was altered with a slanted B-pillar and 4 3/4-inch door stretch (with ’57 T-Bird handles) to improve proportions. An Art Morrison Enterprises chassis with C6 front suspension parts and Mike Meyer Racing rear torque arms, and JRI coilovers beef up the undercarriage. The engine is a Kaase Boss 9 with Borla 8-stack induction. The custom interior is matched in great taste by the Bridgewater Bronze and Avorio two-tone paint. 
5...1941 Buick
Clifford Mattis.Vacaville, 
CA Clifford and builder Marcos Garcia from Lucky 7 Customs have teamed up on many vehicles, but never a true custom—until now. A chopped top, handmade flush skirts, and taillights are just a few of the custom mods covering the Buick. The chassis combines a Mustang II frontend and a four-link rear, with air bags to drop the car. Power comes from a carbed Chevy 350 and 700R4 trans. One-off EVOD wheels (with simulated Caddy caps) roll with Coker Firestones. The vintage style interior features a Dennis Crook wheel, New Vintage USA gauges, and patterned cloth inserts in the leather upholstery. It took 20 spray-outs to get the perfect dark olive paint color, but the final result is stunning. Even More..RK Motors 
SOURCE: STREET RODDER 
AUTHOR: Tim Bernsau
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Off Balance
One day, I might actually put these in chronological order, but today is not that day.  This is from the early days, when Camille and Kandomere first met.  Honestly?  It almost went well.  As always, I’m blaming @searchingforaplacetocallhome and @echoesandwhispersanddarkthoughts for this.  Thank you lovelies <3
“You eat food like the rest of us, yes?”  Kandomere’s only response was to raise an eyebrow from the file currently resting at the top of what was veritable quilt on the bed of desks pushed together to make a table.  Camille said nothing until the elf who could be described as ‘sharp’ finally turned an electric blue eye up to her.  “I’ll take that as a yes.”  The woman, as at ease in her skin as the man was in a tailored suit, straddled the chair to his right.  “So how about you take a break and grab dinner with me?”  Her green eyes were light and easy, just like her smile.  Kandomere looked as if he was having trouble deciding exactly how he felt about her demeanor.  The detective just seemed so...
Young.
That was it.  Had to be.  Only youth seemed to have this kind of persistence.  Youth and hope.  With age came a certain roughness, like a worn stone.  This woman clearly did not have that yet.
“Okay…”  She stretched out the word and rested her chin on her knuckles.  “If you don’t come with me and at least get out of this office for thirty minutes, I’m going to bring you something and you have absolutely no say in it--and just so you know, McDonald’s is right down the road.”  That seemed to annoy him more than anything.
“If I agree, will you let me work in peace?”  Camille Miller was somewhere between a thorn in his side and an asset to the New York Field Office, even if she was on loan as some sort of gesture of goodwill from one of the local precincts.  To be honest, he couldn’t recall which one she was from.  All of New York City tended to run together for him.
“Of course.  Now come on, I’m driving.”  She flashed him a smile that was blinding… Like highbeams in a fog.  Suddenly, she seemed in some great hurry, waiting by the door as he stretched and pulled on his coat.  The more time he spent around Detective Miller, the younger he thought she was.
The car she lead him to was surprising.  He figured something flash in the pan cheap or even an unmarked Lincoln.  It was a classic Mustang convertible, all well polished black paint with immaculate red leather interior.  He was still looking the car over when the engine purred to life with the ease that only a well cared for car could.  It made him think better of her.
“Come on, the deal only stands if you actually leave the field office.  The parking garage doesn’t count.  Now get in before you turn us both into elfsicles, you’re letting all the heat out.”  Honestly, when Kandomere got in and shut the door, it was hard to tell who was more surprised.
The surprises didn’t end with the car, a ‘66 he had found out after Camille had caught him quietly inspecting the car.  The next one came when she pulled up to a small bistro that included valet parking.  “You said thirty minutes.”  He said, straightening his suit jacket as they walked in.  “Depends on how hungry you are.”  She said passively, pulling her knit cap from her head, fluffing her hair as they walked.  The staff seemed to know her, leading her back to a quiet spot near the kitchen.  It was already set and the wine was poured.  Kandomere’s look said it all--that he didn’t appreciate surprises.  There was a brief internal struggle as to whether he should sit down or hail a cab back to the office.
“Your partner called.  He said to make sure you eat something that didn’t come from a vending machine.”  Montehugh… He would be calling him later and he would be complaining.  It wasn’t the only reason he chose to sit.  The bordeaux smelled good and the food smelled better, even if the company was a bit forced.  A lot forced.
Over the course of the dinner, Kandomere learned more about this woman than he had both wanted or intended.  She had had four siblings and was the only girl.  She was originally from Michigan and shared a family wide obsession with hockey. Camille even made time to coach a peewee hockey team during the winter months.  He couldn’t help but think she wasn’t giving her career the attention it deserved, even if someone who had tattoos on their face (even if they were very subtle, traditional elven designs) and seemed to be barely in their twenties had made detective.  Perhaps she would have been more comfortable teaching middle school or something similar.  Had the setting been anywhere other than an atmospherically pleasing restaurant he had been treated to, he might have said as much.
At least an hour had passed by now and he was on his third glass of wine with an empty plate of lamb waiting to be taken away before him.  All in all, he found Camille’s presence tolerable, pleasant even.  Though their conversation inevitably turned to work, he wasn’t as tight lipped after a good glass of wine, or three.  He had almost smiled at one point--he was proud of his career and had every right to be.  There was a certain breed that could handle becoming Special Agent In Charge.  It took an even more specific breed to become that in the MTF.  And through all of that pride, Camille wasn’t impressed.  Normally, he only needed to introduce himself before an elven woman knew his entire resume.
Camille Miller?  Didn’t seem to care and it was causing him to falter.  Did he rest on his reputation so often?  Judging from a few awkwardly long pauses and a curious pair of green eyes studying him, the answer was yes.  Strange, he hadn’t realized that he had a social crutch.  A safety net that saved him from doing more than the bare minimum unless it was required of him.  He was embarrassed but the elf woman in front of him didn’t seem to mind.
“You have every right to be proud, you worked very hard to get where you are now.  You probably spend a lot of time wondering if all of your sacrifices were worth it--if Montehugh had to sacrifice just a little bit more to get to this point.”  Camille shrugged and sipped her wine, leaning back in her seat with a gentle grace.  It wasn’t an elven gesture or even a human one.  It was just natural grace.  “I was the first elven police officer in Brooklyn, I’m sure you can imagine the rumors that went flying around.  Shit, you probably had to deal with the same thing when you first joined the Bureau.  In spite of elves running the world, the moment one tries to do anything other than shop or go into finance, it’s like everyone loses their damn minds.”  She sipped her wine again, more recounting her own days as Johnny New Kid, though there were parallels.  Dues had to be paid in all fields, it seemed.
“But I doubt you really wanted to hear me talk at you for an entire meal.”  She smiled again, tilted her head to the side, mocha cheeks made darker with wine and what might have been a genuine smile.  Earlier, when she had beamed at him like a toddler with a new toy, it hadn’t been real.  Kandomere didn’t know what to think, but he knew he would be watching her a little more carefully from now on.
“Anyways, it’s getting late and we’re well past the thirty minute mark.  I should probably get Cinderella back to the office.”
And they were doing so well...
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2021 Ford Bronco Best New Features
What is new for the 2021 Ford Bronco? 
The Ford Bronco has been on a long hiatus. Now that it is back, you may be wondering what new features distinguish the 2021 Ford Bronco from older models. That’s what we’re here to unpack. Keep reading below to learn about the 2021 Ford Bronco best new features. 
2021 Ford Bronco – exterior design 
The best new exterior feature of the 2021 Ford Bronco is its available four-door model. For some of us, having four doors on a vehicle can make the difference in a purchase. An extra door makes the rear seats more accessible and changes the look of the vehicle as well. 
The 2021 Ford Bronco comes in both a two-door and a four-door model. The two-door model harkens back to the original Ford Bronco, and many fans will be excited to greet the throw-back style. If you love the Ford Bronco but want an extra door, you can do that too now. 
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2021 Ford Bronco – customizability 
The 2021 Ford Bronco is more customizable than ever before. With 11 colour options and over 200 available accessories, you can make the 2021 Ford Bronco however you want it. If you are interested in customizing your 2021 Ford Bronco with dealer installable accessories, let us know and we can show you your options. 
2021 Ford Bronco – technology features 
Many of the best new features for the 2021 Ford Bronco are technology features. Since the Ford Bronco hasn’t had a recent model, the technology on this vehicle is seeing huge upgrades from previous models. The high-tech interior and high-tech off-road performance features are fitting for a modern vehicle. 
One of our favorite technology features in the 2021 Ford Bronco is the large display screen. There are a few options, including the available 12-inch SYNC ® 4 system. With navigation, a 360-degree view camera, and more, this display has all of the convenience you need in one place. 
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Throwin’ It Back: What MotorTrend Editors Drove in High School
We’ll be the first to admit that our day jobs are neither jobs in the truest sense nor the kind that you can casually dismiss as “day jobs.” We’re not punching time cards like Fred Flintsone after busting rocks all day and we don’t write pointless TPS reports for multiple bosses. If on any given day of “work” we have a glazed-over look in our eyes, well, maybe we’re just hung over or dealing with something outside of work. That’s because most days, we’re reviewing the latest new cars and sharing our takes with you. Our work is really a hobby, an escape, a dream. “Oh, another Ferrari, how bo-ring.” Yeah, sometimes we have to slap ourselves to remember how good we have it.
But what did we drive before the endless parade of brand-new fancy exotics, hardcore 4x4s, and, yes, economy cars? Everyone catches the car bug differently, and the MotorTrend Group staff is no different, and to show you, here are some of our editors’ tales of their first cars and what they drove in high school. Trust us, there isn’t a single Ferrari on the list. There is, however, a school bus.
1983 Suzuki GN 250
My parents didn’t want me to drive a beater car, so they bought me a 1983 Suzuki GN 250 motorcycle with just enough power (22 horsepower at a screaming 8500 rpm) to get me out of trouble, but not enough power to get into it. Despite its mock-cruiser shape, the bike was nimble as heck. Actually, the ‘Zook was an example of racing tech migrating down to entry-level bikes in the form of Suzuki’s twin-swirl combustion chamber, which gave it an advantage over the competing entry Honda. But the real story was my mullet-meets-helmet-hair appearance every morning as I’d arrive at school. Dressed in my Rush concert T-shirt and Baja hoodie, I was a cross of Jeff Spicoli and Robert M. Pirsig as I’d stroll into Mrs. Linehan’s journalism class. Reliable as a Seiko, the Suzuki would sit idle for the nine months as I began my journey off to college—and upon my return, I’d press the starter button, and it would fire right up. We paid $1299 for it. Six years later, I sold it for $650. Decent retained value, if you ask me.—Mark Rechtin, MotorTrend Editor-in-Chief
1966 Ford Mustang(s)
Before you conclude that I spent my fast times at Ridgeway High in an iconic pony classic, remember that in Memphis, TN circa 1978, these were abundant and cheap used (up) cars. Four summers’ worth of pushing a lawn mower and fetching parts at Pryor Oldsmobile had built up a modest first-car fund, and this sweet, rust-free, six-cylinder, three-on-the-floor ’66 notchback ‘Stang with “light rear-end damage” hooked me hard for $125 (about $500 today). I replaced the battery, exhaust manifold, and brakes (lesson learned: Bernzomatic torching and hammering won’t free a rear drum if the parking brake is firmly set). I sold my “practice Mustang” for $325 and “upgraded” to a $1,100 convertible—a rusty, Bondo-riddled Michigan car. My “restoration” included sheet-metal-screwing in replacement floor panels fashioned out of home heating ducts, re-Bondoing the body, removing all trim to facilitate a $99.95 Earl Scheib paint job, and installing new carpet and used whitewalls. Today we’d call it a passable 20-footer, but in the high school parking lot it drew plenty of admiring stares (or so I always imagined).—Frank Markus, MotorTrend Technical Director
1980 Fiat Spider 2000
I bought my Fiat used when I was in high school from a doctor in Lubbock and paid about $6,000. My buddy’s dad cosigned for the loan and taught me how to drive it since I didn’t know how to drive a stick (thanks Colonel Berry!). It was my second car after a second-gen Camaro and my Suzuki 125 Enduro. (In Texas you can get a motorcycle license at 15 and driver’s license at 16, so I was set even before the car came along.) My Spider was mint green with a tan top and interior, and I added a sweet chrome luggage rack for hauling stuff. It packed a 2.0-liter inline-four that was mated to a five-speed manual. It was a blast to drive but it also had a thermostat the size of a human heart that would stick and cause it to overheat. Good times. I drove it with the top down (mostly) through at least 40 states, Canada, and Mexico before I finally sold what was left of it in L.A. for about $500.—Ed Tahaney, Automobile Online Editor
1984 Toyota Truck
My dad gave me his ’84 Toyota to drive in high school, and in retrospect it might have been the perfect gift (from my father’s perspective). Whatever meager zip its 22R engine had was sapped by the automatic transmission. Being a single cab long-bed in banana custard yellow, it repelled girls. Its brown vinyl seats burned unwitting shorts-wearers in the summer. I could only carry one other troublemaking friend, two if we wanted to get uncomfortably close. Manual steering discouraged hooliganism, but not completely. It endured virtually zero maintenance for around 176k miles before a classmate in a VW Fox T-boned it a few months after I got my license.—Alex Kierstein, MotorTrend Senior Editor
1982 Plymouth Reliant
When I graduated high school in 1989, my present from my parents was Mom’s 1982 Plymouth Reliant—the infamous first-gen K-car. His name was George P. White, and he was a white four-door with a red interior (for lack of a photo, we’ve included a press image of a similar model above). Power, what little of it there was, came from Chrysler’s 2.2 “trans-four” topped by a diabolical Holley feedback carburetor that consumed nearly as much carb cleaner as gasoline. One time the automatic transmission’s shifter cable broke and for a week I had to open the hood and shift into drive using the lever on the tranny. This would have been no big deal if the parking brake would stay in adjustment, which it wouldn’t. George was nerdy and slow, but he was reliable, immune to speeding tickets, and great in the snow. Also, his front bench seat meant that my girlfriend, on the rare occasions I had one, could snuggle up next to me and still wear her seat belt. But the best thing about him is that any car I’ve owned, driven or looked at since has seemed like an improvement.—Aaron Gold, Automobile Senior Editor
The School Bus
I couldn’t afford a car and insurance when I was in high school. So, my ride was the yellow, not-so-magic school bus. It certainly could not navigate a nostril, spank a plankton, nor raft a river of lava like the actual (made-up) Magic Schoolbus. But it did come in different forms. One day, it could be a Blue Bird TC/2000, another day it could be a Thomas Saf T-Liner. Regardless, it ran on diesel and could swallow up to 90 hormone-addled teenagers. While NVH levels and seat comfort were nothing stellar, but it transported me to school safe and on time for three years. I’d like to take this chance to say a thank you, bus.
Fun fact: The bus’s yellow paint is officially known as National School Bus Glossy Yellow, sRGB code (255, 216, 0). According to colormatters.com, yellow gets people attention faster than any other color in their peripheral vision.—Alan Lau, MotorTrend Road Test Analyst
1986 Ford Escort
I didn’t own a car in high school, so I was forced like many kids to borrow wheels from my parents. When I got my license, the car I drove most that first year was my mom’s gray 1986 (or thereabouts) Ford Escort, by then on its last legs. And I’m talking absolute base model here: No air conditioning, crank windows, ambient temperature-matching vinyl seats (a joy in both winter and summer), a radio straight out of the ’70s, and a four-speed manual. For some reason, my best friend and I took to calling it “The Batmobile,” for no obvious reason other than as nonsensical mockery of just how bad it was. But hey, a lot of kids don’t have access to any car, and I did learn to drive a manual transmission thanks to the Escort. In retrospect, I probably got away with more stupid antics in it than I had any right to, especially in the snow. (Note: The Escort pictured here isn’t the exact one in question, but it’s close and gray enough.)
My mom finally donated the car to charity after the clutch gave out on a winter Saturday morning as I drove it to basketball practice, leaving me stranded two miles from home. Luckily, I was able to coast into a gas station parking lot, where I abandoned it after using a payphone to call my coach and explain why I wouldn’t make it to the gym that day. I was so annoyed with the situation and that car—and even though I had $4 or $5 in my pocket I could have used to take a bus home down metro Detroit’s famous Woodward Avenue—I walked all the way home in the 20-degree air because I refused to spend a dollar as a result of the Escort’s quit. But I will definitely never forget the good old Batmobile.—Mac Morrison, Automobile Editor-in-Chief
2003 Honda Accord EX
There are few things I regret in life; however, my bratty attitude toward getting a low-mileage, less than three-year-old, 2003 Honda Accord EX sedan from my family for the price of a new Vespa is something that regularly weighs on my mind. You see, I’d been saving up for years for a car of my own by working at restaurants and grocery stores and the like, and I was eager to spend the approximately $3,500 I’d hoarded on a beat-up old Volvo or Saab—in other words, something European and quirky. And then my grandma passed away, which left my mom with her late mother’s near-new, six-cylinder Mazda6. In short, mom no longer needed her four-cylinder Accord. Rather than cash out, sell the Honda, and pocket $10,000 or more from the sale, my parents pressured me into buying the car for the same money I’d saved for an old beater, I should have been ecstatic to own a modern, reliable car for so little money. Instead, I was miffed. I wanted my first car to reflect the savings I’d accumulated from the work I was doing outside of school.
If I could turn back time, though, I’d grab young Greg’s face with the palms of my hands like Billy Madison does to his young, elementary school classmate and tell my teenaged self to be more appreciative. After all, my parents didn’t just hook me up with a safe and reliable modern car with high-end—for the time—features (including a six-disc CD changer, steering-wheel-mounted audio controls, and a power sunroof) on the cheap, they also gifted me an investment. I really don’t remember what I eventually sold the Accord for, but I know it was a hell of a lot more than $3,500.—Greg Fink, MotorTrend Senior Editor
1996 Audi A4
I gotta say, each time my first car was loaded onto a tow truck, it looked hot. Despite the issues I had in high school and college with a well-used 1996 Audi A4, I love and still miss that car. From the Audi’s sharp exterior design to the flashy 18-inch wheels a previous owner installed, I felt incredibly lucky. I have no idea why someone felt an eight-disc CD player in the trunk and an additional one-disc in-dash unit was necessary, but I definitely put the system to good use. Between flat tires and complaints from my family (“why do I feel every bump in this car?”), I was happy. And although I had limited points of automotive comparison, the car was thrilling to drive—a blessing when your drive to school traverses beautiful winding roads. Thanks to its strengths and faults, my first car helped me hone my sense of what’s important to look for in cars. For that, and even for the fact that I had a car at all, I’m grateful.—Zach Gale, MotorTrend Senior Production Editor
2003 Honda Odyssey/CR-V
Although I started driving when I was 16, I didn’t own a car in high school. I wasn’t as lucky as some of my friends, who got brand new trucks and Mustangs during their junior or senior years. So, my high school car was either my mom’s 2003 Honda Odyssey or my dad’s 2003 Honda CR-V like the one pictured here. (I obviously preferred the latter, but sometimes I got stuck with the former). I got my first ticket while driving my mom’s white Odyssey, and my dad’s silver CR-V was my hot ride to take girls out the movies, for ice cream or to Starbucks. (My strong Spanish accent was the seller here, though, not the ride). Both cars have a special place in my family’s heart, as they were the first cars we got when we moved to the U.S. to start our American Dream.—Miguel Cortina, MotorTrend Managing Editor
1970 Chevrolet Impala
It was not flashy, but it was the perfect shade of brown to not show the dirt and mud it accumulated on unpaved roads in northern Ontario, outside Sault Ste. Marie. I loved seeing the 1970 Chevy Impala squeeze down the steep driveway to my parents’ cottage because it meant a visit from my Finnish grandparents. When my grandfather died, he left me the Impala and it easily carried me and about 20 of my best friends inside the voluminous cabin.
We all called it the IMP-ah-la, giving it the same Finnish accent that my grandparents did. When Chevy brought back the Impala in 2000, during a news conference I accidently slipped into my past and used my makeshift pronunciation in a question, much to the bewilderment of the company executive nearby. But, I will always wax nostalgic about the IMP-ah-la with its 350-cubic-inch, 250-hp V-8 and three-speed transmission that I almost always drove barefoot on my way to teach swimming at the local beach; great summer job and great memories from my high school days.—Alisa Priddle, MotorTrend Detroit Editor
1999 Chevrolet S-10
This is my 1999 Chevy S-10, which I bought right after I got my driver’s license as a sophomore in high school. My brother drove it home since it was a manual. On my 17th birthday I had it lowered. By the time I graduated high school, it was air-bagged. Custom flame paint on the tonneau, full tweed interior and bed, engine-driven compressor and Air-Zenith electric compressors, KP Components six-link, Slam Specialties ‘bags and Digital Stealth two-way valves that allow the truck to hop (in front) or lift and lower slowly. I still have it!—Monica Gonderman, Four Wheeler and Truck Trend News Editor
1964 MGB
What is the statute of limitations on driving before you have a license? Hopefully, 48 years is long enough, because I was 15, I think, when my dad I came across this 1964 MGB at a used car dealership on Beach Blvd in Huntington Beach. Before long, I had badly de-synchronized its SU carburetors (note the oil-stained pants above), painted red and yellow flames on the hood, made a cut-down plexiglass windshield like I’d seen on SCCA racing MGBs, and was doing Mr Toad laps around the neighborhood (why am I telling you this?) Before graduating to my even more treacherous High School car (a ’66 Jaguar E-Type), I put everything back, reupholstered the door panels, recarpeted it, and had it painted (the paint shop guy liked my door panels enough to offer me a job). I was a hopelessly, 100% British sports car guy—tweed hat, dorky Peter Warr (Lotus F1 team manager) glasses. Blimey. And I still flinch when I see an MGB. Is that it? Is that it?—Kim Reynolds, MotorTrend Technical Editor
The Subway
I am among the unfortunate ones who didn’t have a car in high school. What I did have was arguably infinitely more useful to me, though: A MetroCard. Specifically, I had one of those student MetroCards that gave me three free trips on New York City public transit (a whopping $4.50 value back then) a day, plus a transfer or two. Like many New Yorkers, I couldn’t be bothered with the bus, but I did use my MetroCard each and every day to take the subway from Park Slope, my neighborhood in Brooklyn, to Chelsea, in Manhattan, home of Xavier High School.
If you must know, I’d either take the Q to Union Square and hoof it to school, or, if the B came to the 7th Avenue Station first, it to West 4th Street, transferring across the platform to the F train, which I’d take a single stop to West 14th Street.
The Subways, just like cars, could make or break friendships and relationships. Some friendships thrived because they lived just a couple stops away from me. Other relationships died, because I didn’t want to waste half my life taking the R train all the way to Queens on a Saturday. As a car enthusiast, I certainly wanted to own a car in high school, but in retrospect, NYC’s fantastic subways quickly and reliably took me any place I could possibly dream of going. Anything in the world I desired was just a swipe away. Except Staten Island. Screw that.—Christian Seabaugh, MotorTrend Features Editor
1999 Toyota Avalon XLS
I was three years old when my dad brought home his brand-new 1999 Toyota Avalon XLS. According to him, when he signed the dotted line for the lease, he never planned on keeping it for more than the three-year term. Then 2013 rolled around. I passed my driving test (on my first try, I should add), and the 14-year-old Toyota was still in our possession. Its little V-6 made 190 horsepower and some torque; it was as slow as molasses in January. Despite this, I still managed to get my only two speeding tickets in it, in addition to denting nearly every body panel and breaking almost every button in the center console. I did everything I could to kill that thing without resorting to driving it off a cliff—not intentionally, I was just an idiot. But it was also quiet, comfortable, easy to drive, and ran without issue until it crossed well beyond the 200,000 mile mark. I never loved that car when it was mine, but after we gave it away something clicked in me. Now everytime I see a 1999 Toyota Avalon XLS on the road I smile to myself and think, “that’s a damn fine motorcar.”—Nicholas Yekikian, MotorTrend Associate Online Editor
1998 BMW 528i
Like a few of my colleagues, my high school years weren’t spent behind the wheel of my own car. Instead, I had access to my parents’ fleet. Usually, that fleet was narrowed down for me to only a 2002 Honda CR-V, and my time in it was split with my twin brother. We made the best of the situation—meaning we did plenty of stupid crap with it. (You’d be surprised how well a second-gen CR-V lands a jump.) But, I’m editing my own history here and remembering instead my father’s E39-generation BMW 5-series. I needn’t wax poetic here about that 528i (much), as many of you know it is today held up among the greatest sport sedans BMW ever produced. Sure, the black-over-black example I messed around with had the smaller inline-six; the doughy, tall-sidewall 15-inch base tires; and—gasp!—the automatic transmission. Doesn’t matter. That car remains among the better vehicles I’ve had the pleasure of driving even to today.
As luck would have it, I drove it more and more as college approached, although I’m convinced this had less to do with my infatuation with the by-then aging car than my father’s desire to replace it. As best I can tell, he was hoping my brother or I would channel our reckless, testosterone-misguided attempts at walking on to an F1 team’s driver roster and wreck the 528i, thus opening the door to something new. And there I was thinking it was love.—Alexander Stoklosa, MotorTrend Senior Editor
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Throwin’ It Back: What MotorTrend Editors Drove in High School
We’ll be the first to admit that our day jobs are neither jobs in the truest sense nor the kind that you can casually dismiss as “day jobs.” We’re not punching time cards like Fred Flintsone after busting rocks all day and we don’t write pointless TPS reports for multiple bosses. If on any given day of “work” we have a glazed-over look in our eyes, well, maybe we’re just hung over or dealing with something outside of work. That’s because most days, we’re reviewing the latest new cars and sharing our takes with you. Our work is really a hobby, an escape, a dream. “Oh, another Ferrari, how bo-ring.” Yeah, sometimes we have to slap ourselves to remember how good we have it.
But what did we drive before the endless parade of brand-new fancy exotics, hardcore 4x4s, and, yes, economy cars? Everyone catches the car bug differently, and the MotorTrend Group staff is no different, and to show you, here are some of our editors’ tales of their first cars and what they drove in high school. Trust us, there isn’t a single Ferrari on the list. There is, however, a school bus.
1983 Suzuki GN 250
My parents didn’t want me to drive a beater car, so they bought me a 1983 Suzuki GN 250 motorcycle with just enough power (22 horsepower at a screaming 8500 rpm) to get me out of trouble, but not enough power to get into it. Despite its mock-cruiser shape, the bike was nimble as heck. Actually, the ‘Zook was an example of racing tech migrating down to entry-level bikes in the form of Suzuki’s twin-swirl combustion chamber, which gave it an advantage over the competing entry Honda. But the real story was my mullet-meets-helmet-hair appearance every morning as I’d arrive at school. Dressed in my Rush concert T-shirt and Baja hoodie, I was a cross of Jeff Spicoli and Robert M. Pirsig as I’d stroll into Mrs. Linehan’s journalism class. Reliable as a Seiko, the Suzuki would sit idle for the nine months as I began my journey off to college—and upon my return, I’d press the starter button, and it would fire right up. We paid $1299 for it. Six years later, I sold it for $650. Decent retained value, if you ask me.—Mark Rechtin, MotorTrend Editor-in-Chief
1966 Ford Mustang(s)
Before you conclude that I spent my fast times at Ridgeway High in an iconic pony classic, remember that in Memphis, TN circa 1978, these were abundant and cheap used (up) cars. Four summers’ worth of pushing a lawn mower and fetching parts at Pryor Oldsmobile had built up a modest first-car fund, and this sweet, rust-free, six-cylinder, three-on-the-floor ’66 notchback ‘Stang with “light rear-end damage” hooked me hard for $125 (about $500 today). I replaced the battery, exhaust manifold, and brakes (lesson learned: Bernzomatic torching and hammering won’t free a rear drum if the parking brake is firmly set). I sold my “practice Mustang” for $325 and “upgraded” to a $1,100 convertible—a rusty, Bondo-riddled Michigan car. My “restoration” included sheet-metal-screwing in replacement floor panels fashioned out of home heating ducts, re-Bondoing the body, removing all trim to facilitate a $99.95 Earl Scheib paint job, and installing new carpet and used whitewalls. Today we’d call it a passable 20-footer, but in the high school parking lot it drew plenty of admiring stares (or so I always imagined).—Frank Markus, MotorTrend Technical Director
1980 Fiat Spider 2000
I bought my Fiat used when I was in high school from a doctor in Lubbock and paid about $6,000. My buddy’s dad cosigned for the loan and taught me how to drive it since I didn’t know how to drive a stick (thanks Colonel Berry!). It was my second car after a second-gen Camaro and my Suzuki 125 Enduro. (In Texas you can get a motorcycle license at 15 and driver’s license at 16, so I was set even before the car came along.) My Spider was mint green with a tan top and interior, and I added a sweet chrome luggage rack for hauling stuff. It packed a 2.0-liter inline-four that was mated to a five-speed manual. It was a blast to drive but it also had a thermostat the size of a human heart that would stick and cause it to overheat. Good times. I drove it with the top down (mostly) through at least 40 states, Canada, and Mexico before I finally sold what was left of it in L.A. for about $500.—Ed Tahaney, Automobile Online Editor
1984 Toyota Truck
My dad gave me his ’84 Toyota to drive in high school, and in retrospect it might have been the perfect gift (from my father’s perspective). Whatever meager zip its 22R engine had was sapped by the automatic transmission. Being a single cab long-bed in banana custard yellow, it repelled girls. Its brown vinyl seats burned unwitting shorts-wearers in the summer. I could only carry one other troublemaking friend, two if we wanted to get uncomfortably close. Manual steering discouraged hooliganism, but not completely. It endured virtually zero maintenance for around 176k miles before a classmate in a VW Fox T-boned it a few months after I got my license.—Alex Kierstein, MotorTrend Senior Editor
1982 Plymouth Reliant
When I graduated high school in 1989, my present from my parents was Mom’s 1982 Plymouth Reliant—the infamous first-gen K-car. His name was George P. White, and he was a white four-door with a red interior (for lack of a photo, we’ve included a press image of a similar model above). Power, what little of it there was, came from Chrysler’s 2.2 “trans-four” topped by a diabolical Holley feedback carburetor that consumed nearly as much carb cleaner as gasoline. One time the automatic transmission’s shifter cable broke and for a week I had to open the hood and shift into drive using the lever on the tranny. This would have been no big deal if the parking brake would stay in adjustment, which it wouldn’t. George was nerdy and slow, but he was reliable, immune to speeding tickets, and great in the snow. Also, his front bench seat meant that my girlfriend, on the rare occasions I had one, could snuggle up next to me and still wear her seat belt. But the best thing about him is that any car I’ve owned, driven or looked at since has seemed like an improvement.—Aaron Gold, Automobile Senior Editor
The School Bus
I couldn’t afford a car and insurance when I was in high school. So, my ride was the yellow, not-so-magic school bus. It certainly could not navigate a nostril, spank a plankton, nor raft a river of lava like the actual (made-up) Magic Schoolbus. But it did come in different forms. One day, it could be a Blue Bird TC/2000, another day it could be a Thomas Saf T-Liner. Regardless, it ran on diesel and could swallow up to 90 hormone-addled teenagers. While NVH levels and seat comfort were nothing stellar, but it transported me to school safe and on time for three years. I’d like to take this chance to say a thank you, bus.
Fun fact: The bus’s yellow paint is officially known as National School Bus Glossy Yellow, sRGB code (255, 216, 0). According to colormatters.com, yellow gets people attention faster than any other color in their peripheral vision.—Alan Lau, MotorTrend Road Test Analyst
1986 Ford Escort
I didn’t own a car in high school, so I was forced like many kids to borrow wheels from my parents. When I got my license, the car I drove most that first year was my mom’s gray 1986 (or thereabouts) Ford Escort, by then on its last legs. And I’m talking absolute base model here: No air conditioning, crank windows, ambient temperature-matching vinyl seats (a joy in both winter and summer), a radio straight out of the ’70s, and a four-speed manual. For some reason, my best friend and I took to calling it “The Batmobile,” for no obvious reason other than as nonsensical mockery of just how bad it was. But hey, a lot of kids don’t have access to any car, and I did learn to drive a manual transmission thanks to the Escort. In retrospect, I probably got away with more stupid antics in it than I had any right to, especially in the snow. (Note: The Escort pictured here isn’t the exact one in question, but it’s close and gray enough.)
My mom finally donated the car to charity after the clutch gave out on a winter Saturday morning as I drove it to basketball practice, leaving me stranded two miles from home. Luckily, I was able to coast into a gas station parking lot, where I abandoned it after using a payphone to call my coach and explain why I wouldn’t make it to the gym that day. I was so annoyed with the situation and that car—and even though I had $4 or $5 in my pocket I could have used to take a bus home down metro Detroit’s famous Woodward Avenue—I walked all the way home in the 20-degree air because I refused to spend a dollar as a result of the Escort’s quit. But I will definitely never forget the good old Batmobile.—Mac Morrison, Automobile Editor-in-Chief
2003 Honda Accord EX
There are few things I regret in life; however, my bratty attitude toward getting a low-mileage, less than three-year-old, 2003 Honda Accord EX sedan from my family for the price of a new Vespa is something that regularly weighs on my mind. You see, I’d been saving up for years for a car of my own by working at restaurants and grocery stores and the like, and I was eager to spend the approximately $3,500 I’d hoarded on a beat-up old Volvo or Saab—in other words, something European and quirky. And then my grandma passed away, which left my mom with her late mother’s near-new, six-cylinder Mazda6. In short, mom no longer needed her four-cylinder Accord. Rather than cash out, sell the Honda, and pocket $10,000 or more from the sale, my parents pressured me into buying the car for the same money I’d saved for an old beater, I should have been ecstatic to own a modern, reliable car for so little money. Instead, I was miffed. I wanted my first car to reflect the savings I’d accumulated from the work I was doing outside of school.
If I could turn back time, though, I’d grab young Greg’s face with the palms of my hands like Billy Madison does to his young, elementary school classmate and tell my teenaged self to be more appreciative. After all, my parents didn’t just hook me up with a safe and reliable modern car with high-end—for the time—features (including a six-disc CD changer, steering-wheel-mounted audio controls, and a power sunroof) on the cheap, they also gifted me an investment. I really don’t remember what I eventually sold the Accord for, but I know it was a hell of a lot more than $3,500.—Greg Fink, MotorTrend Senior Editor
1996 Audi A4
I gotta say, each time my first car was loaded onto a tow truck, it looked hot. Despite the issues I had in high school and college with a well-used 1996 Audi A4, I love and still miss that car. From the Audi’s sharp exterior design to the flashy 18-inch wheels a previous owner installed, I felt incredibly lucky. I have no idea why someone felt an eight-disc CD player in the trunk and an additional one-disc in-dash unit was necessary, but I definitely put the system to good use. Between flat tires and complaints from my family (“why do I feel every bump in this car?”), I was happy. And although I had limited points of automotive comparison, the car was thrilling to drive—a blessing when your drive to school traverses beautiful winding roads. Thanks to its strengths and faults, my first car helped me hone my sense of what’s important to look for in cars. For that, and even for the fact that I had a car at all, I’m grateful.—Zach Gale, MotorTrend Senior Production Editor
2003 Honda Odyssey/CR-V
Although I started driving when I was 16, I didn’t own a car in high school. I wasn’t as lucky as some of my friends, who got brand new trucks and Mustangs during their junior or senior years. So, my high school car was either my mom’s 2003 Honda Odyssey or my dad’s 2003 Honda CR-V like the one pictured here. (I obviously preferred the latter, but sometimes I got stuck with the former). I got my first ticket while driving my mom’s white Odyssey, and my dad’s silver CR-V was my hot ride to take girls out the movies, for ice cream or to Starbucks. (My strong Spanish accent was the seller here, though, not the ride). Both cars have a special place in my family’s heart, as they were the first cars we got when we moved to the U.S. to start our American Dream.—Miguel Cortina, MotorTrend Managing Editor
1970 Chevrolet Impala
It was not flashy, but it was the perfect shade of brown to not show the dirt and mud it accumulated on unpaved roads in northern Ontario, outside Sault Ste. Marie. I loved seeing the 1970 Chevy Impala squeeze down the steep driveway to my parents’ cottage because it meant a visit from my Finnish grandparents. When my grandfather died, he left me the Impala and it easily carried me and about 20 of my best friends inside the voluminous cabin.
We all called it the IMP-ah-la, giving it the same Finnish accent that my grandparents did. When Chevy brought back the Impala in 2000, during a news conference I accidently slipped into my past and used my makeshift pronunciation in a question, much to the bewilderment of the company executive nearby. But, I will always wax nostalgic about the IMP-ah-la with its 350-cubic-inch, 250-hp V-8 and three-speed transmission that I almost always drove barefoot on my way to teach swimming at the local beach; great summer job and great memories from my high school days.—Alisa Priddle, MotorTrend Detroit Editor
1999 Chevrolet S-10
This is my 1999 Chevy S-10, which I bought right after I got my driver’s license as a sophomore in high school. My brother drove it home since it was a manual. On my 17th birthday I had it lowered. By the time I graduated high school, it was air-bagged. Custom flame paint on the tonneau, full tweed interior and bed, engine-driven compressor and Air-Zenith electric compressors, KP Components six-link, Slam Specialties ‘bags and Digital Stealth two-way valves that allow the truck to hop (in front) or lift and lower slowly. I still have it!—Monica Gonderman, Four Wheeler and Truck Trend News Editor
1964 MGB
What is the statute of limitations on driving before you have a license? Hopefully, 48 years is long enough, because I was 15, I think, when my dad I came across this 1964 MGB at a used car dealership on Beach Blvd in Huntington Beach. Before long, I had badly de-synchronized its SU carburetors (note the oil-stained pants above), painted red and yellow flames on the hood, made a cut-down plexiglass windshield like I’d seen on SCCA racing MGBs, and was doing Mr Toad laps around the neighborhood (why am I telling you this?) Before graduating to my even more treacherous High School car (a ’66 Jaguar E-Type), I put everything back, reupholstered the door panels, recarpeted it, and had it painted (the paint shop guy liked my door panels enough to offer me a job). I was a hopelessly, 100% British sports car guy—tweed hat, dorky Peter Warr (Lotus F1 team manager) glasses. Blimey. And I still flinch when I see an MGB. Is that it? Is that it?—Kim Reynolds, MotorTrend Technical Editor
The Subway
I am among the unfortunate ones who didn’t have a car in high school. What I did have was arguably infinitely more useful to me, though: A MetroCard. Specifically, I had one of those student MetroCards that gave me three free trips on New York City public transit (a whopping $4.50 value back then) a day, plus a transfer or two. Like many New Yorkers, I couldn’t be bothered with the bus, but I did use my MetroCard each and every day to take the subway from Park Slope, my neighborhood in Brooklyn, to Chelsea, in Manhattan, home of Xavier High School.
If you must know, I’d either take the Q to Union Square and hoof it to school, or, if the B came to the 7th Avenue Station first, it to West 4th Street, transferring across the platform to the F train, which I’d take a single stop to West 14th Street.
The Subways, just like cars, could make or break friendships and relationships. Some friendships thrived because they lived just a couple stops away from me. Other relationships died, because I didn’t want to waste half my life taking the R train all the way to Queens on a Saturday. As a car enthusiast, I certainly wanted to own a car in high school, but in retrospect, NYC’s fantastic subways quickly and reliably took me any place I could possibly dream of going. Anything in the world I desired was just a swipe away. Except Staten Island. Screw that.—Christian Seabaugh, MotorTrend Features Editor
1999 Toyota Avalon XLS
I was three years old when my dad brought home his brand-new 1999 Toyota Avalon XLS. According to him, when he signed the dotted line for the lease, he never planned on keeping it for more than the three-year term. Then 2013 rolled around. I passed my driving test (on my first try, I should add), and the 14-year-old Toyota was still in our possession. Its little V-6 made 190 horsepower and some torque; it was as slow as molasses in January. Despite this, I still managed to get my only two speeding tickets in it, in addition to denting nearly every body panel and breaking almost every button in the center console. I did everything I could to kill that thing without resorting to driving it off a cliff—not intentionally, I was just an idiot. But it was also quiet, comfortable, easy to drive, and ran without issue until it crossed well beyond the 200,000 mile mark. I never loved that car when it was mine, but after we gave it away something clicked in me. Now everytime I see a 1999 Toyota Avalon XLS on the road I smile to myself and think, “that’s a damn fine motorcar.”—Nicholas Yekikian, MotorTrend Associate Online Editor
1998 BMW 528i
Like a few of my colleagues, my high school years weren’t spent behind the wheel of my own car. Instead, I had access to my parents’ fleet. Usually, that fleet was narrowed down for me to only a 2002 Honda CR-V, and my time in it was split with my twin brother. We made the best of the situation—meaning we did plenty of stupid crap with it. (You’d be surprised how well a second-gen CR-V lands a jump.) But, I’m editing my own history here and remembering instead my father’s E39-generation BMW 5-series. I needn’t wax poetic here about that 528i (much), as many of you know it is today held up among the greatest sport sedans BMW ever produced. Sure, the black-over-black example I messed around with had the smaller inline-six; the doughy, tall-sidewall 15-inch base tires; and—gasp!—the automatic transmission. Doesn’t matter. That car remains among the better vehicles I’ve had the pleasure of driving even to today.
As luck would have it, I drove it more and more as college approached, although I’m convinced this had less to do with my infatuation with the by-then aging car than my father’s desire to replace it. As best I can tell, he was hoping my brother or I would channel our reckless, testosterone-misguided attempts at walking on to an F1 team’s driver roster and wreck the 528i, thus opening the door to something new. And there I was thinking it was love.—Alexander Stoklosa, MotorTrend Senior Editor
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