Ever since high school, I've wanted a Chevrolet Impala so I could get a vanity plate that said "Vlad".
Geeze, I crack me up... :)
(Incidentally, while we're on the topic of four-wheeled vehicles, today is International Biodiesel Day; an international holiday set aside for all twelve people worldwide who lust after slow cars that smell like carburized french fries.)
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Hahahahah, nice.
"dpmlhy!"
You're not the only one. I wanted a 65 painted black with the license plate that said Vlad.
-SayUncle
Perhaps Barney said it best when he said "Hyuk! Hyuk!"
Thanks for the guffaw.
Vlad the Impala.... That made me smile, and not much does these days.
Ah, the old days! I owned a '65 Impala SS. White, with a Hamm's beer tap handle for a shifter. I miss it very much.
As for the bioediesel day, I'm doing my best, I just filled up my dual-fuel Chevy pickup with genuine corn-squeezins (ethanol) at $1.99/gallon. Screw BP, rusty pipes, and Prudhoe Bay!
Oh my. I drive an 03 Impala. I may have to check and see if that plate is available.
Actually, if you check out Consumer Reports, the VW Diesel is efficient, and reasonable to drive, gets mileage within 1 MPG of a hybrid and you pay a premium of only $1,000.
Given that Diesel is the same price as Regular now days, that's an easily paid Return On Investment. It will also cruise all day at "reasonable highway speeds."
Which is why the EPA banned them.
Geoff
Who notes there are two left at a VW dealer in Jax, but he can't afford either one just now. Sigh.
Well, at least you're not after a Mercury Grand Marquis De Sade.
I had a 65 Baby blue one that just wuld not fit being called Vlad. It had a wimpy 305 in it that finally woke up around 85.
We had a '64 Valiant/Barracuda plated "Valcuda" - it was a slant-six that just wouldn't die until a lady came sailing through an intersection against a red light and nailed me.
On a rainy day she pushed us (me and the car) across three (mostly empty) lanes of traffic and up against the far curb. Broke the front axle and put a deep crease from driver's side all the way down to the rear fender - in serious Detroit Iron - totalled it out. Phew.
Groan!
Grin!
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