re: #118 Quoth the raven, Covfefe.

I have the great big brown boat in the garage, which is completely the opposite experience. Doesn’t matter if the hills are rolling or the turns are sweeping - I’m driving a 5000 lb couch down the freeway. You don’t feel a damn thing behind the wheel of that car.

You know your cars. The couch is a give-a-way. I hated those big American cars of the late 60s through the mid 80s. I drove a big ol’ Buick one time (boss’ car) and it was like driving a cotton ball. I had no idea where the wheels were until it moved and I could gauge the direction it was wanting to go. Yuck.

Another boss got to ride in one of my old much-tuned VW Rabbits and he complained he was riding in a damn buckboard wagon. That car was a bit too much for the daily streets, but I did like it for the spirited drives. You could drive over a quarter and know the year it was cast.