A long time ago I watched this car race at Westboro Speedway. I loved the mini-modifieds. They were so quick and as my female companion would say, “They’re so cute.” I remember this one particulary because of the Gremlin body. As an AMC geek I had soft spot for it. Warm summer nights, the reek of octane booster, popcorn and beer. Memories.
Unfortunately I don’t have the financial or mechanical means to save this little beast from its state of decay.
Up for auction on Sep 3 in Auburn. This little cutie is recently restored with four-on-the-floor and a whopping 1.1 liter engine. That may not seem like much, but fans of Top Gear will know better. While I love Opels the real reason I’m listing this is that the auction company estimates that it will go for $1,500 – $2,250. My opinion is that are delusional. Mint old Opels have been pulling in the green lately. A very nice Manta sold recently on eBay for $10,000 and this Kadett is way cooler than that. Hopefully the low estimate won’t scare the bidders into thinking it’s not worth more.
Though if I was bidding I’d hope for the opposite.
See the full listing on th Auctions America site.
What does it say about me that I envy the infirmed for their convalescence.
…and then the judge said, “Let the record show that Mr. Flanders is visibly distraught.”
You can’t have the trump without the rump.
Across the wasteland of depression I stop to rest briefly at the oasis of creativity and write a poem about a dead mouse.
Got rear-ended on 101. Nobody hurt. Not angry, just annoyed.
Artichokes are thistle!?!
At the end of at least one long dead-end road there is an abandoned sweat lodge.
Have you ever noticed how many Arena Football coaches are fat?
Today I saw a great blue heron stalk, catch and eat a gopher. I did not expect that.
What value has a pile of words? A writer’s currency? An expression of hubris? An offering of wisdom? Or a confession of lunacy?
I find myself unable to brag about things braggable.
My fear of commitment involves guys in white coats with giant butterfly nets.
It’s amazing how the Ford pickup bed fits so badly but still somehow looks OK. Of all the grafted-on funky pickups this is graftiest. I’ve always wanted a Checker but could never figure out a viable excuse. I want this thing even more but still have no sane explanation.
The current bid is under $1300 in Indianapolis. Fortunately that’s too far away from me.
Fans of Top Gear will most likely get nightmares from the thought of driving this car. The Robin is already an unstable car, as humorously demonstrated on Top Gear. The show also demonstrated the many negatives of removing a car, or minivan, roof. All structural integrity is lost. Seriously, Ralf Nadar is rolling in his grave-to-be knowing that this thing exists.
Then the autoventurer in me takes over. What if we added a roll cage and some five point seat belts? Some foam rubber around the front fenders to soften the blow of rolling over? Yeah, that might work?
Gentle music on rough journeys to horizons unreached. Gravel, steel and whiskey. Epiphanies misunderstood.
If I had any musical talent whatsoever I would start a Tom Waits tribute band called RAIN DOGS.
My writer’s block is made of depression, repression and a whole lot of yellow Legos.
Never trust anyone who has a half-filled Pez dispenser in their fanny pack.
Words I never thought I’d hear myself say; “Is that Vera Wang?”