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Actually, I'd just lean back and kick out a window if I were in desperate straits. No hammer necessary, man-style or girly.

I've locked myself out a total once in my decades of driving. But in? Sort of. The inner workings of the driver's door of my old Plymouth gave out intermittently with the result being that the inner door handle didn't always work. No prob: there were three other doors (and four working windows) so I'd just slide over the bench seat and bail out of the passenger's door. I lived with the problem because I was plenty busy at the time and sensed that the end was near for that old beast: just live with the inconvenience because another car was on the horizon. The trouble is that the next car was a Sundance, and in time a new and worse level of inconvenience was revealed.

frank - up in grand blanc wrote:Actually, I'd just lean back and kick out a window if I were in desperate straits. No hammer necessary, man-style or girly.

I've locked myself out a total once in my decades of driving. But in? Sort of. The inner workings of the driver's door of my old Plymouth gave out intermittently with the result being that the inner door handle didn't always work. No prob: there were three other doors (and four working windows) so I'd just slide over the bench seat and bail out of the passenger's door. I lived with the problem because I was plenty busy at the time and sensed that the end was near for that old beast: just live with the inconvenience because another car was on the horizon. The trouble is that the next car was a Sundance, and in time a new and worse level of inconvenience was revealed.

Well this is the guy and he doesn't look like much of a window kicker outer, not with those sandals anyway.

RoryKasel wrote:

frank - up in grand blanc wrote:Actually, I'd just lean back and kick out a window if I were in desperate straits. No hammer necessary, man-style or girly.

I've locked myself out a total once in my decades of driving. But in? Sort of. The inner workings of the driver's door of my old Plymouth gave out intermittently with the result being that the inner door handle didn't always work. No prob: there were three other doors (and four working windows) so I'd just slide over the bench seat and bail out of the passenger's door. I lived with the problem because I was plenty busy at the time and sensed that the end was near for that old beast: just live with the inconvenience because another car was on the horizon. The trouble is that the next car was a Sundance, and in time a new and worse level of inconvenience was revealed.

Well this is the guy and he doesn't look like much of a window kicker outer, not with those sandals anyway.

What the fuck is up with the dogs?? Someone should have killed him just for that

middle aged female wrote:

RoryKasel wrote:

frank - up in grand blanc wrote:Actually, I'd just lean back and kick out a window if I were in desperate straits. No hammer necessary, man-style or girly.

I've locked myself out a total once in my decades of driving. But in? Sort of. The inner workings of the driver's door of my old Plymouth gave out intermittently with the result being that the inner door handle didn't always work. No prob: there were three other doors (and four working windows) so I'd just slide over the bench seat and bail out of the passenger's door. I lived with the problem because I was plenty busy at the time and sensed that the end was near for that old beast: just live with the inconvenience because another car was on the horizon. The trouble is that the next car was a Sundance, and in time a new and worse level of inconvenience was revealed.

Well this is the guy and he doesn't look like much of a window kicker outer, not with those sandals anyway.

What the fuck is up with the dogs?? Someone should have killed him just for that

I wonder if the pink one turned blue too when air was running out.

I probably wouldn't do well with a Model T but otherwise cars have been pretty much the same for the last hundrec years; accelerator on the right, brake left of that and manual clutch, if there is one, on the far left, steering wheel in front of the driver along with the instrument cluster (unless it's a Saturn with the speedometer to the right because you know how everybody's gaze is fixed to the right while driving). If you could drive one you could drive any other and you didn't need a fucking hammer to get out of it. I think today's engineers need to go back to school and retake Common Sense 101.

I overheard the valet guys talking about this one the other day. Luxury car designers, or at least Cadillac and Lincoln, thought it was a good idea to build in preset seat settings with a default that moves the seat forward until you're crushed against the wheel every time you get in and nothing you can do will stop it. Yeah, great idea.

The deal with pre-sets and crap like that is that for an element of the market they're just the ticket. I sure as hell don't want them but I believe that in time we can adapt to a car the same as we adapt to jobs and life circumstances: the present, however awesome or fucked, is reality and thus the norm. so 3-buck gas is ok, a long-assed commute, little girls dressed as sluts, etc. I had one of those cockeyed Saturns and for me it was fine, or became so. The cunts at Consumet Reports excoriated it in their rwviews: steering wheel too small, dashboars isnt where you look and all that. Well, I put 275k on that car and never once wished that I had the beloved Corolla or Accord. Then again, maybe living in Shitsville for ao long knocked my expectations for finding satisfaction in everything else in life.

so 3-buck gas is ok, a long-assed commute, little girls dressed as sluts, etc.

Moderators, please move this post to "Huh?"

The cunts at Consumet Reports excoriated it in their rwviews: steering wheel too small, dashboars

Actually, let's make it drunk posts instead.

^ isn't there some kind of cunt thread?

Wow, tough crowd. Try to be deep and talk about drifting expectations and relative value and then pow.

frank - up in grand blanc wrote:The deal with pre-sets and crap like that is that for an element of the market they're just the ticket. I sure as hell don't want them but I believe that in time we can adapt to a car the same as we adapt to jobs and life circumstances: the present, however awesome or fucked, is reality and thus the norm. so 3-buck gas is ok, a long-assed commute, little girls dressed as sluts, etc. I had one of those cockeyed Saturns and for me it was fine, or became so. The cunts at Consumet Reports excoriated it in their rwviews: steering wheel too small, dashboars isnt where you look and all that. Well, I put 275k on that car and never once wished that I had the beloved Corolla or Accord. Then again, maybe living in Shitsville for ao long knocked my expectations for finding satisfaction in everything else in life.

If I had bothered to check Consumer Reports ten years ago it would have saved from the worst car owning experience I ever had.

I was driving my brother in law's F-150 Platinum for a few days while up north (his boss made him get the platinum for work. he didn't want it). I had two interesting interactions because of it. One day as I was backing out of a spot in a small tourist town, a very well turned out woman in her mid 60's stopped and said, " I love your truck". Based on how she was dressed, I feel safe in assuming her love springs from the fact that she has some how profited from the sale of F-150's through the years.

A few days later I was picking something up from a garage machine shop outside of Traverse City. The machinist came outside with me, and as I opened the door he was impressed with as the automatic running boards folded out for me to step up. I explained that the truck belonged to my brother in law, whom the machininst also knew. This drew the comment, " No wonder he's got that big house on the lake".

You gotta love a state where F-150's are drawing stares.

MICHIGAN wrote:I was driving my brother in law's F-150 Platinum for a few days while up north (his boss made him get the platinum for work. he didn't want it). I had two interesting interactions because of it. One day as I was backing out of a spot in a small tourist town, a very well turned out woman in her mid 60's stopped and said, " I love your truck". Based on how she was dressed, I feel safe in assuming her love springs from the fact that she has some how profited from the sale of F-150's through the years.

A few days later I was picking something up from a garage machine shop outside of Traverse City. The machinist came outside with me, and as I opened the door he was impressed with as the automatic running boards folded out for me to step up. I explained that the truck belonged to my brother in law, whom the machininst also knew. This drew the comment, " No wonder he's got that big house on the lake".

You gotta love a state where F-150's are drawing stares.

Michigan, most of which is effectively "Detroit", is a great place if you enjoy cars and the entire business of conjuring them up from the dust. You start with basic engineering principles and an idea, and a billion dollars or two later there's a new car or truck on the highway being road-tested by boys at Roush. Personally, I get a big thrill when I spot an engineering mule on the road, body panels literally bungied on diagnostic equipment duct taped to the dashboard; how cool to see things coming together.

I had a very "Detroit" experience a few years ago with two friends in body engineering, one from Chrysler and the other at GM. We were driving from one bar to another and to resolve a point of contention we stopped in a parking lot and went up to a particular model/year of a Sebring so that the one guy could demonstrate to the other a finer point. We're all half-blitzed under a light in a Rite Aid parking lot, and these guys are yelling about the deflection of body panels under stress, rat lines, and gap width between hoods and fenders. Pretty cool stuff.

MICHIGAN wrote:I was driving my brother in law's F-150 Platinum for a few days while up north (his boss made him get the platinum for work. he didn't want it). I had two interesting interactions because of it. One day as I was backing out of a spot in a small tourist town, a very well turned out woman in her mid 60's stopped and said, " I love your truck". Based on how she was dressed, I feel safe in assuming her love springs from the fact that she has some how profited from the sale of F-150's through the years.

A few days later I was picking something up from a garage machine shop outside of Traverse City. The machinist came outside with me, and as I opened the door he was impressed with as the automatic running boards folded out for me to step up. I explained that the truck belonged to my brother in law, whom the machininst also knew. This drew the comment, " No wonder he's got that big house on the lake".

You gotta love a state where F-150's are drawing stares.

Or they are staring because you spent north of $60K for a light duty pickup. I do not even want to imagine what kind of corrosion issues are going to pop up after a few years due to the Al body.

Toolbox wrote:

Or they are staring because you spent north of $60K for a light duty pickup. I do not even want to imagine what kind of corrosion issues are going to pop up after a few years due to the Al body.

BIL and I had this conversation. He didn't want this truck, his boss demanded it and so BIL was able to get the vehicle essentially paid for by the head office, before he packed up and moved to greener pastures. Well, different pastures any way, but that is a different story. He doesn't love the truck, but he is saddled with it and will likely let it go in the near future. He really wants a nice 2012 F250 Super Duty diesel that is for sale near him.

Toolbox wrote:

MICHIGAN wrote:I was driving my brother in law's F-150 Platinum for a few days while up north (his boss made him get the platinum for work. he didn't want it). I had two interesting interactions because of it. One day as I was backing out of a spot in a small tourist town, a very well turned out woman in her mid 60's stopped and said, " I love your truck". Based on how she was dressed, I feel safe in assuming her love springs from the fact that she has some how profited from the sale of F-150's through the years.

A few days later I was picking something up from a garage machine shop outside of Traverse City. The machinist came outside with me, and as I opened the door he was impressed with as the automatic running boards folded out for me to step up. I explained that the truck belonged to my brother in law, whom the machininst also knew. This drew the comment, " No wonder he's got that big house on the lake".

You gotta love a state where F-150's are drawing stares.

Or they are staring because you spent north of $60K for a light duty pickup. I do not even want to imagine what kind of corrosion issues are going to pop up after a few years due to the Al body.

My aluminum Suburban tailgate, a couple aluminum Ford hoods and an aluminum outdrive are my current projects, all are causing paint to bubble. I'm guessing prepping aluminum properly at the factory is harder than with steel. Only Mercruiser did it right from the factory, the paint issues are from it contacting the lake bottom and scraping paint off. The car panels just did it on their own.