I can't even come up with a title that describes my excitement. This is the prettiest one I've seen. I always thought I wanted a red one....SHA-WING

@davesaddiction now here I would have had 0 doubts about gold!

I just received "The Golden Ox Award" at work which is more or less the "try hard/we like you the best for the year" award. Hit me with a trophy and a print out of everyone's nice comments that voted for me. I'm always thinking that I'm not doing enough... Who cuttin' onions?!

Hello, and welcome to a new segment I'm testing out called "Circuit City Stories". For those of you who are not aware, Circuit City was a US based electronics retailer that went out of business in March of 2009. I started there as a seasonal sales associate in the car stereo department in 2005 making $8.50 an hour. When they closed for good on 3/9/09 I was being paid nearly $40/hour to watch the liquidation company steal from our store.

These are my stories.

As I said I started on the sales floor, but I don't think two weeks had passed before I was comfortable telling my boss that I wanted to work as an installer, and I wanted to work full time. I had to ask a few more times, but I got there and looking back it was the most fun job I have ever had.

I worked with a bunch of cool dudes, and one guy who was just a twit. Always talking down to someone so on and so forth. Well call him "Jim".

Another character, well call "Dave" was an absolute wild man. Had a whole crew of car heads that made and sold DVDs of hooning cars, titties, crotch rockets what have you.

Jim and Dave got themselves into a prank war in the shop one day. I was working on a remote start, security, keyless entry on a green Supra and had the whole interior apart and all over the shop.

It started innocently enough. with a "ball tap". Jim was on the phone with an angry customer and Dave got him right as he was about to speak. Jim went nuts and threw his coffee on Dave. I get all pissed off because the coffee has splattered all over the interior bits and pieces of this guys car! Time passes, I figure its over.

Then I see Jim drilling tiny holes in the top of a sprite bottle. I say something to the effect of "look fuckhead, whatever you're doing with that...outside the shop" He does not listen. Dave comes over for a sip of his sprite (before I can warn him) and it pours all over his face and splatters some more of the car im working on.

Dave apologizes and wipes up the mess. Then he says "I'm ending this" I said "please do" and go back to work. I get out from under the dash to give my back and neck a break and it smells BAD.

All of the sudden, shouting, banging around annnnnnnd Jim/Dave burst through the door Dave in laughing manically as Jim lands one after the other of the sissiest blows I have ever seen. "IN MY FUCKIN TOOLBOX, IN MY F U C K I N G TOOLBOX" Jim keeps shouting. I take a look in the open bottom drawer of Jim's toolbox on my way out of the shop to get away from the smell...Yeah there was a big old Dave SHIT in there.

I wasn't supposed to be written up but was because during the meting with HR I could not stop laughing I was warned half a dozen times but couldn't stop I was crying I was laughing so hard.

The three of us were written up but that's it. Dave ditched the poop before HR saw and I wasn't diming out either person for any of that dumb stuff.

@e90m3 First of all that "joke" has always been wrong. It's the tide pod eaters that can't drive a manual. Not us.

Second of all that sticker and a plate that says YOLO...Something tells me that the driver is old man trying super hard to be young man

Not that one, haha. My relationship with the Volkswagen never got hot, even during the honeymoon phase it was only a tepid feeling of "yes this car is nice, it is also practical which is also nice, very nice, I'm fine, its fine, ok?"

On top of that it does not fit our largest dog and I otherwise don't have anything to carry that would necessitate a wagon or really any other sort of "practical" car.

I think there has maybe been some talk over here about used car values...If you haven't heard, they're up! I think it was 6-8 months ago when I first had the thought about life without it. I have considered a lot of options (trades, selling two cars for one etc...) chatted with family/car friends about it and finally came to a final decision.

One drive in the M3 this spring was all it took to get me over the hump. I instantly felt nothing for the Alltrack. It took me a few more weeks to get motivated enough to go get it, clean it out, and sell it. Now it's gone and I'm feeling great about it!

In February of this year I will have owned this car car 15 years and the car it self will turn 20 the following month. I drove it daily for 6 years and am now wondering why I ever stopped. There is nothing new/newish out there that does anything for me and I have driven a LOT of cars recently.

I will admit that I got REAL close with an M2C it was LBB and the deal was done but I stopped at the goal line forfeiting my deposit (which they gave back anyway) I just didn't see myself with it in 5 years and given my track record w new cars I wouldn't make it 3.

So I plan to take a little break from trying to solving a problem that doesn't exist, and will spend the that time appreciating the two cars that I care about and have worked so hard for/on.

I will also try not to snap up the first classic Bimmer I come across wearing a pretty color, pray for me.

EDIT/UPDATE: The wheels! (for the 02)...I spoke to the guy on the 2nd, he's got rona so I wished him well and will reach back out in another month. I have since found some threads with other people experiencing very long wait times from him but eventually getting their wheels. So I don't think I have been scammed or anything but may be in for a real long wait. Either way the money is long gone so I just hope I get the wheels.

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Hello I have just returned from a two week family trip and let me tell you, it was fucked.

Here are the hot topics:

-I receive another generous gift from an oppo

-I review a Burger King

-I see multiple MGBs! One was brown, the other was red, pristine, being driven by a hat wearing man who really seemed to be enjoying himself. Leather suitcase strapped to the trunk AND he was pulling a little trailer!!!

-I spend at least half of the trip wrenching on two boats, fix neither, become stranded in a lake twice.

-I step on a "spent" firework, it explodes...

-I unintentionally piss off a father swan...terrifying

First of all a big thank you to our very own @svend! For sending me these fancy detailing products, brush, and gummy candy. I know some others have been lucky enough to give and receive over Oppo, but it feels amazing either way. So cool that our little community cares enough to send each other stuff in real life. No matter what it is, it's an incredibly kind and thoughtful gesture.

So Burger King...I don't do fast food most of the time, but I asked my wife to "surprise me" with something to eat when we stopped to get gas. She came back with a whopper meal and it was so good that I had to give them a positive review. This was a better burger that I have made personally, or had at any other burger establishment to recent memory. This includes all of the other major chains, five guys, smashburger, shake shack (which is TRASH anyway).

The veggies were crispy, burger full of flavor, bun was soft. It didn't even have cheese on it or anything. It was so flipping good. I had another on the return trip from another BK, it was not good.

The MGBs! The brown one I forgot to photograph. However we see it every year and know the owner but I have yet to cross paths/flag him down to chat about it. It's a driver spec w a little rust. Dark brown, w "MGB" and the stripes in lt brown...really nice! Then this majestic bastard:

Also triple trailer!

Nextly, this family trip. My in-laws have a house on a lake in Michigan. Her side of the family is big, lots of kids etc. We generally overlap with her parents, and or her sister's family. This year it was just our family and her sister's family but for the entire time. Her husband is a shiftless layabout, and their kids are demons. It sucks when kids are like that, it's not their fault but they are impossible to be around. Dad is useless and mom is so fed up with it that she deals with it by not dealing with it... Anyway we had to keep our room under lock and key and constantly clean the whole house/save their kids from certain death/find them when they wandered off.

On top of the family stress, it rained a lot and the forecast was really bad. Like it poured all day the first day and the forecast was just straight T storms or rain out 8-10 days! It actually ended up being really nice at times but only once for a full day. Morale was low, if it was not for my child making memories with her cousins I would have suggested we go home.

On the first nice day I thought, "ok, let's turn this around. Were gonna get on the boat, go to the beach, run around with the kiddos, have a few beers. Getting everyone on the boat is always a nightmare. My kiddo and I are always ready to go, mom takes some coaxing but isn't far behind...SIL's family can't get right...Whatever, we get on the boat I start it:

Me: *listens to engine "this sounds bad"

Everyone else: "it's fine"

Me: *getting annoyed "Yeah is it!? You know something about engines!?"

My kid: "YEAH!!!!!!!"

Me: "I know you do sweetheart"

Me: "K, you know how were having a tough time up here? Let me tell you how much better that gets when were all stranded on the lake in a thunderstorm..."

My wife: *Hits me with that look like "ok you are making sense right now but you could easily be less of a dick about it"

Me: "were going back, something mechanical is wrong"

It sputters in and we jump on the "old boat" (an older pontoon). I fire it up, it sounds like shit but consistent shit. Not like "spluttery leave you stranded" shit. We get to the beach...its late in the day at this point and all of the kids are fussy or become fussy within 15 minutes, clouds close in and we head back...except we don't because this boat just dies when you try to go into reverse.

Of course the weak ass push from my BIL didn't get us out far enough to turn around moving forward. I turn us around via swimming (which is really fucking difficult btw) ...we go. During my swim around the boat I see that its leaking gas like pretty bad (slow stream) not a drip. FU KING neeto... I disconnect the fuel line when we get back and my wife calls her mom to update her on the situation.

Her mother says that they have recently had the old (leaking boat) serviced and that they had used the newer pontoon once but it was "a little sputtery". She has the service guy come back for the older boat.

He messes with the throttle and carb until the boat actually runs nice and reverse works. However the gas leak is because the carb needs to be rebuilt and he had to order the kit and get the boat out of the water. He said we could just use the boat and have him tow it at the end of our trip... I told him to take it now as we're not going to knowingly extra-pollute the lake by using it as a beach taxi.

I go back to the newer boat with some new intel from my FIL.

Him: "It's probably the bad gas, I put 5 gallons of fresh in there with some fuel additive. The guy I talked to said to just run the gas out of it at the dock and put fresh in"

Me: *staring at a bottle of Lucas fuel stabilizer and scratching my head over the words he has just said to me "you use this red stuff I'm lookin at in the garage?"

Him: "Yep"

Me: "Yeah that is only good for fresh gas that is going to be stored. Won't do anything for gas that is already bad"

I hang up cursing to myself like yeah ill just leave the boat sit and run the gas out...

Now I was certain that this was a mechanical issue. The engine sounds bad, feels bad and sounds like its grinding when cranking sometimes. But for some reason I decided to chase the gas. So I go back down to the local hardware store for the umpteenth time buy a transfer pump and another jerry can, go and get 5 gallons of 93 and head back to the boat. Luckily my FIL owns 4 empty jerry cans already because I hand-pumped 15 gallons out of there! Each time I filled a can I had to trek across 300 yards of marshy grass and back.

So now I'm like "ok 5 gallons of good gas on top of 10 gallons of bad gas is still bad gas to me" So now I have totally left my gut and think that maybe it IS the gas. I excitedly pour the fresh 93 in and begin cranking. Still sounds pretty bad but I check the prime bulb and keep going as it sounds like the fuel is getting there and its about to start....Battery dies.

I shlep the battery across the marsh and look around for the battery charger

Me: "Guy's got two boats, def has a battery charger"

NOPE, back to the fucking store. I charge the battery up put it back on the boat and begin connecting the terminals. Now I have been SUPER careful while wrenching on this boat as it is in the water...I pulled the plugs while leaning over the block and didn't drop anything. The battery just sits in a box on the back of the deck, I connected the negative lead and then dropped the nut for the positive lead...his the deck in such a way that it rolls perfectly right off into the water. Luckily I had something that fit in the "roadside kit" that I put together for my wife's car. Some more screetchy, ugly, clunky, cranking and it fires up!

Sounds a thousand times better as I am sitting there in neutral idling. I go back to the house and announce that well be using the boat tomorrow but that everyone but me should drive to the beach in case something bad happens. Next day comes, suns out, I load the boat up, family heads to the beach in the car, I start it up and it still sounds great. I back out of the slip, pull forward out into the open lake, pull my knife out of my pocket to pop my victory beer...

*pop...also CLANKCLUNK

Now the engines sounds perfect, better than it ever has this whole time even revs all the way out (was getting stuck at different intervals before). Both forward and reverse rev rev rev, so clean!

Just revs for days...oh weird I'm not going anywhere...oh....oh

Me to Me: "You, IDIOT! This was never a fuel thing why did you jump down that rabbit hole"

Ok no biggie it's windy but the lake is small, and I'm close to the house. I grab the anchor, fix it to the boat and huck it overboard...Anchor does not reach the bottom... I wait till I drift a little closer to shore and try again. It hits the ground, but I can't get it to set on anything so I'm drifting toward an expensive looking dock with two really nice old wooden boats and two brand new wave runners. I finally get it to set. I look up an there's some guy standing hands on his hips staring at me...It's the boat mechanic from the old boat...

Him: "How ya doin?"

Me: "I'm stuck. I believe I have spun the hub, at the very least it's a terminal mechanical issue"

We talk more, he tows me back to the slip and I have to play spider man to avoid hitting the dock and two other boats.

I have had some serious fun on boats and I love a fun day on one, but this is my second real bad experience involving boats and I don't even own one. First one was also a spun hub but on a boat with two engines so not as big of a deal. Except we were in the open ocean in a 17ft boat, rough seas, and a fuckwit captain. It was one of the most nervous times I can remember. Either way the bad days are as much or more bad as the fun days are fun at least IMHO.

So were driving to the beach now...we do that, bring food for lunch and I'm pacing around while the kids eat because that is what I do. I picked up some trash that was around the area (mostly spent fireworks) I stepped on  a ripped piece of red paper in my bare feat and BLAM!!!!!!!!! My whole body shook from the explosion under my heel everyone obviously freaked out for a second until we realized what happened. It hurt badly for a second...but then nothing and not a mark on my foot it was wild!

It's now the last day before we come home and were all just spent everyone is napping except me so I grab the little RC boat that I bought off of amazon and this fancy new medical marijuana product, then head down to the dock. My wife and I are both animal lovers. She has "the touch" but I am almost always the one who spots the animals or is blessed with a unique animal experience.

A Sand Hill Crane: Skleeedeettlee *MF Jurassic park noises

Me: *SUPER high *ducks

The Crane Family: *appears

Me: "OMG WHAT UP GUYS!? Aw and you have a little BABY this year!?"

The Crane Family: *evaluates if I am a threat

*Red winged black birds: *attacking the cranes, riding on their backs while they are flying, cranes making their crazy calls

Me: *so baked sitting cross legged on the dock in the sun just enjoying the hell out of this

The birds go after a few minutes and I put the little boat in the water. Having some fun but want to see how far it will go...I take it out of the dock area into the open lake and notice a family of swans. Mom, Dad, Baby x2. Oops, I think. Don't want to piss them off, swans are SERIOUS. I wait until they move away a little and try to turn the boat around.

Daddy Swan: *swims over to the boat faster than I have ever seen waterfoul move, hissing, wings up, circling the boat and eventually looks up at your's truly like "I know you have something to do with this witchcraft"

Eventually he shoes his family in the other direction and flies off beating his wings on the water. I walk back to the deck where my wife is now outside.

Her: "Hey look over there this swan is being really weird"

Daddy Swan: *Has cut around the back side of the neighborhood is sanding about 200 ft away just GRILLING us

Me: "Hes pissed at me, I didn't see they were out by the tree/bushes and he came after the boat"

Her: "haha, how does he know it was you?"

Me: "I dunno, but he knows, he looked at the boat then look right at me and I turned around like 'doot da do do do do'"

Me: *looking at the swan

Here are some potato pics I snapped of lake things:

This trip was not fun, but it was good. My wife and I communicated/strategized well, and navigated through this mess together. My daughter and I bonded even more as she relied on me to get her away from my BIL and help her deal with her cousins. At first she came running to me when the boys were being mean. We talked about sticking up for herself and how to handle situations where she needs space or someone is hitting, pinching, pushing her. I overheard her saying things like "No, please don't do that." "I need some space"  or finally "Get away from me". I heard the other two run out and constantly tattle on each other. It made me so proud of her to hear her handle those sorts of situations so maturely as a 3 year old.

Her cousins are one thing and that is just kid stuff, but my BIL is such a negative person he's always yelling always pissed... I could tell it was having an effect on her because whenever he would get loud, moments later she'd be attached to my leg. Then shed ask me to take her outside or come play with her in the other room which I obviously did. I didn't want to be around him any more than she did.

Those moments really brought us close. He would shout so much at bed time that she threw in a new bedtime delay just so she could avoid him during that time. You parents know all about the bed time delays. "I'm hungry, I have to pee, I'm scared, I need another story/song, you name it" She delayed until the boys were asleep and thus their father was quieter. This evolved into our "thing" where she pretends that she has to go potty but really we just sit in there and say movie/show quotes back and forth at each other and laugh.

I love the outdoors. I love camping, doing stuff outdoors, sports, water, animals you name it. I don't however, find any of that relaxing. I like it for other reasons. I keep trying to plan these "vacations" around the outdoors with the expectation that it will be relaxing simply because I am not working and have called the trip a "vacation". My wife and I were talking about it and she agreed then asked what I like in a relaxing vacation.

I channeled my best Bridget Von hammersmark and said:

Luckily our anniversary is coming up. Were headed to Ashville, staying at a nice place, getting massages, and ordering in lots of restaurants.

We were home for the 4th. Neither of us felt like doing anything so we didn't! Obviously fireworks were going crazy and right at the end of our street...so we decided to get the munchkin up and let her see her first fireworks show!

I think they were setting them off from the cul-de-sac at the end of my street, looked kinda narrow for fireworks but the fire chief also lives on the street so I figured he must know about it. Anyway they must have spent some money on them as the "show" went on for almost an hour!

I remember when my pals and I were into that stuff we bought one of those "fireworks show in a box" things. It was silly expensive but ya lit the fuse and it just went crazy for like 10 minutes! Seems like they may have had a bunch of those.

Anyway, I hope everyone had a nice holiday. I hope you just had a plain ol nice weekend if you're not in the USA.

After a stress filled day on the phone, the driver that I had to pay twice arrived with my 1975 BMW 1502 sat crooked on his janky Dodge Ram Pickup.

Please enjoy the original Kinja post about the day and some pics you have probably seen before. I tried to find some new ones. One day ago and after many shipping troubles, I joined the Oppo camera crew with some help from @spacekraken and @S65. So hopefully I learn to be not awful at taking pics so I can have some new ones to share.

Post Titled 1502 - Whatthefuckingfuck

"This will probably come as no surprise to The Actual RootWyrm, but it has been just a fucking shit mess since the car arrived at port in Baltimore on 12/26.

Communication hasn’t been great throughout the process but the worst has come from the US importer (broker). Here is a “quick” summary:

-Car arrives in Baltimore on 12/26 and the ship heads to Jacksonville, I know this because I have watched the ships every little move since it left port in Amsterdam.

-12/27 I post this on Oppo, then decide to email the broker to see when I might be able to expect delivery and if there will be any delays due to the government shutdown.

Minutes later I get a response saying “Car is all set and on the way to you already. Driver will be in contact”

A few more minutes later I get another email “Sorry, just called the trucker and he cancelled on me. will get another one going for you ASAP> Can be delivered today or tomorrow.”

12/28 I send another email asking if he was able to secure transport, no response. I wait a few hours and call him. He’s out of the office dealing with a family emergency and wont be able to get to it until the following Wednesday. Rough, but ok family is family.

1/2 Still no word from the import guy. So I send another email, no response. Again I call. He answers and says something to the effect of “yea I dispatched it on Friday, the driver said something about having trouble picking it up. I will have him call you directly”. Then he sends me an email with the driver’s number.

I immediately call the driver, and he said yea I’m at the lot and they only have a record of 3 BMW 1502's two are in California, and one is in Oregon. I PANIC internally. The driver says “this was an auction right”. I’m like “yea...well kinda it was an online auction, but I didn’t “win” I had to make a side deal with the seller.”

Him: “oh ok well I need the sellers info then...?”

Me: “ok but I don’t know if that will help you he lives in Amsterdam”

Him “oh damn...yea uhh well I’m at this auction yard and they said the car would be here.”

Me: “hold up, auction yard? This car came overseas on a boat, I’m pretty sure it’s at the port.

Him: “OOOOOOOh its at the port? That’s all I need thanks bye”

This morning I get out of a meeting around 10am and have not heard anything, so I gave the driver a call just to see if he has everything he needs:

Him “Yo man I’ve been here for two hours, what’s going on?! I need a delivery order/dock receipt they’re charging me $50/hour to be here!”

Me: Whoa, the broker has that. I will send you everything I have and contact the broker.

Both myself and the driver are trying to get in touch with the broker (it’s 7:30am ish on the west cost at this point)

He finally responds to the driver with an email with the wrong document!

I send him another text and tell him that the document he sent is wrong and the driver is going to leave if we don’t get it in the next few minutes.

A half dozen more calls and a few texts later the driver gets the document that he needs but then finds out that hes in the wrong location again!

At this point he’s ready to bail because he’s had to pay $200 in fees to the port and wasted most of his day. He asked the broker about covering the fees and said that the broker acted like he didn’t even ask the question, he just stayed silent on the phone.

So I told him that I would pay for whatever fees he had to pay as long as he can provide receipts, then I will go back to the broker to try and get some money back. I’m offering this knowing for certain that I definitely wont get money back from the broker. I don’t care at this point, I just need the car and need this whole thing to be over with. It has been on my mind for too long.

The driver agrees, apologizes, and thanks me. I thank him for sticking it out all day. It’s lunch time at the port and for the driver, so we end the call hoping that the car actually exists, is where we think it is, and that the driver has everything he needs to get it. Both of us are equally uncertain of all of that.

A few hours go by and I think “FUCK, what if this thing does not start, or he doesn’t know how to start it.” So I send him a quick message saying “if you do actually find the car...here’s how to start it in case you have trouble.”

He says “I’ve already got it started. I was born and raised in Portugal and have been around 2002's my whole life. I’ve seen a lot of their ignitions converted over like this. Then he sends me two quick videos of him driving it around the lot saying that its stalling a little at idle, but it’s beautiful and is running well otherwise. The second video he said that it was low on gas which is why it was stalling, he added a few gallons and had it idling with no problem!

He said that he might have to pick up another car, but he was trying to get this all done tonight, at the latest tomorrow morning!

So I’m still not counting any chickens (except the 3 in my back yard) until it’s actually in my driveway. At the very least it’s in the possession of someone I trust a lot more than the broker I hired and then did 60% of their job.

Obviously I will update Oppo very soon!

Happy New Year!"

We took a trip up to the cabin in the middle of last week for a change of scenery. It felt good to be up in some SPACE. My little girl just LOVES the outdoors it is so fulfilling watching her explore. After she went for a nap, my wife and I walked down to the tree line and up the "mountain" (a medium sized hill). My wife and I spent a lot of time kicking around in the woods together when we first met and throughout our 20's. It's one of those things that brings us right back to what we truly enjoy about each other.

We were both wearing runners as this hike was unplanned. We couldn't safely reach the top so we went as far as we could. My wife mentioned that we ought to be hyperaware of black bear, luckily we did not see any! Here are the pics in no particular order except for the first one, that's my personal favorite.

There are also some primo roads for driving nearby! However, The cabin is off a dirt road and the "driveway" is 1/2 mile long and significantly rougher than the road in some spots. It has been a decade or more since I have had anything good to drive up there. My parents were up so I took my dad's SQ5 on a beer run which was a blast, albeit "slower" than I remember.

I hope everyone's weekend was good.

The M3 is of the age where I budget for a few plastic bits each year. The first one this year is the windshield cowl. I knew it was rough but this year pieces were just chipping away.

At first I just ordered the part and figured I'd be able to yank the wiper arms off. Well I used about 15% more force than I was comfortable with and they didn't budge. So I put it all back together and ordered some more stuff from ECS including something to make this job easier. Ya know those tools you only need every once in a blue, but when you do there is no substitute? Enter this little wiper arm puller:

They came off with ease and I pulled up the old cowl to find dirt, grime, and plant bits.

I svended that up, soaked the little corner plastic pieces for a few minutes and scrubbed them with a toothbrush. It all came out pretty nice.

I pried out the old clips, installed the new cowl, and put it all back together

There it is all new and deep black...almost pointing at the next piece that needs to be replaced (that hood vent/sprayers).

@bobloblaw I appreciate the sentiment on "builds" like this but the execution is usually also like this

@musashi66 said in First world problem with the builders - rant:

We got that in Cuba, in a social center for Down syndrome people - they made all sorts of cool art and we wanted to support them.

That is super cool. Love the stories behind stuff like this when I'm visiting peoples houses.

Re: Frogs, I always kind of identified with them in a way that I can't describe. I remember telling that to my now wife when we were young in our relationship and she was like "shit, me too".

I didn't know about the Glas era cars/BMWs until I got into 2002s. Even after I didn't really care about them until a few months ago when someone posted a pic of a BMW coupe I had never seen before...

After 1966 BMW put their drivetrain and swag all over the Glas GT and it came out looking like this:

Certainly the Italians of the era produced prettier shapes, but I think this looks great. Even with the bumper kicking in the kidneys.

@musashi66 That frog is tight. We're big frog fans in my house. Chickens too tbh

@st80mnd I'd really like my next classic to be an early 1600 coupe. I want a roundie, and I just LOVE that early badge.

I almost bought this one last year I know I'm going to see it re listed and perfectly restored in probably another few months/next season.

@ttyymmnn said in Meanwhile, at Target...:

@rusty-vandura said in Meanwhile, at Target...:

IMO, Walmart offers a wider selection of things.

It does. When I wanted a cheap-ass fridge and microwave for E's dorm, I went to Walmart. Target, however, usually has a better selection of Lego. At least when Covid isn't messing with the supply chain.

Agree with both points here. I also feel like kind of a lab rat in Target...it's weird like I'm being watched or something. Walk into the grocery section...no one around...lights in the coolers and display cases come on as I walk down the isle...like get away from me weird future land.

I also had one of the most mind numbing conversations with one of their employees in the electronics department. The long and short of it was that this kid had almost NEVER left his department in the store. His mind was BLOWN that I found fitbits with the workout stuff...

Maybe it's just me but as soon as I walk into a target I'm like yeah I'm just gonna be quiet and look at the toys until we can leave.

@dr-zoidberg said in Doug's review of the (manual) Bronco:

@tripper What do you think of people who like Doug but hate the infamous Scotty Kilmer? Not so different in terms of content and delivery when you break it down...

LOL Scotty's not tall enough to be doug's dad but maybe a cracky uncle? Yeah I agree, very similar. I had to get a quick refresh on Scotty...made it to the 3rd YUNdai before I had to stop.

@ibrad Yeah people loved to be able to see back in the day.

@ttyymmnn Even the 02 had a raggity ass sticker across the windshield when I brought it home as soon as I took it off I could see why. Still, it looked so bad. I have sunglasses and functional flaps in the car...

@st80mnd E12s are probably the least common classic bimmer that I see. I know there is at least one oppo with one but I forget who