Stryx-9

chevy uhhhh somethin or other - manitoba

a relative from alberta brought his chevy wagon to the family reunion. it looks great, even with the unfinished paint job.

my brother bought a trio of Volvo V70s to fix up, two silver ones and a green one. The green V70 is a naturally aspirated inline-5, while the silver ones are turbocharged. if i play my cards right, i might have the green one :3

my favorite (read: i hate this) thing about the used car market is finding a car that has a lot of character and would be a neat if inconvenient car to drive, and seeing that the seller wants some ridiculous amount for it.

somebody in the area is selling a 1969 Plymouth Satellite. Rust is eating at the body panels that are all colour-mismatched, the seats are completely torn up to the point that you'd just be sitting on foam if you didn't have a seat cover, the brake drums look like they can't be trusted, the car overall is just an absolute junker. it shouldn't be more expensive than a brand new kayak, and yet the guy is selling it for $15,000. Used Chevy Sonic money.

i don't get it. this car is a piece of shit. it's not even a Road Runner, one of the popular American muscle cars. the price makes no sense at all. this is a piece of shit you sell to a dumb teen who doesn't know any better for $1500 as a first car, and this dude is selling this absolute dump for ten times that.

the reason it makes me so mad is because if it were reasonably priced, i might be able to afford it. cars from the 60's and 70's were easy to jerryrig into a functional state; almost any problem you might have with it can be solved by a quick trip to a junkyard, some sheet metal and rivets, or a few wacks on the carburetor. it's a car that i could use for its utility alone; it gets me from point A to point B. it just so happens that this car is also a death trap, and also looks exactly how i'd intentionally make a car look on a racing game like Forza. and it's being sold for tens of thousands because it's a fucking '68 Plymouth.

Not because it has $15,000 worth in style or usefulness or reliability or anything at all. it's just $15,000 for the fucking name recognition. the branding. at this point you're not buying the fucking car, you're buying whatever the fuck the seller thinks it represents.

it irks me so much because it reminds me of fucking NFT's. somebody is saying "look at this PLYMOUTH SATELLITE, the concept of PLYMOUTH SATELLITE is highly valuable, the PLYMOUTH SATELLITE will only get higher and higher in value, invest in PLYMOUTH SATELLITE now before it's too late!"

and i'm saying "it's a fucking car."

i have never before been as turned on by a motor vehicle as i have been looking at the Mustang GT3 car for '24.