Monthly Archives: September 2012

1982 Peugeot 604: Brilliant Boxy Style and Economy to Boot!

So you might have noticed, my partner and I are all about big, stupid sedans lately. After yesterday’s post, I couldn’t help but wonder how many of you ran out and bought Quattroportes..? Then I wondered how many of those Quattroportes will start when you go to turn the key today. Then I had a better idea: you want angular 1970s styling in a car that won’t break the bank in either the repair shop or at the gas pump? What you need is a Peugeot 604 Turbo Diesel like this one for sale in Sandpoint, Idaho for a paltry $1,500.

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1984 Maserati Quattroporte: An Italian Winter Beater?

In my quest for a practical daily driver/winter beater to eventually replace my rusty but trusty Mercedes-Benz E320, I tend to stay away from logical choices like a Camry or Accord or something else inappropriate to my standing as a masochistic old car aficionado. New cars mostly leave me cold. Any douchenozzle with a credit card can lease a new BMW 328i. Continue reading

1985 BMW 735i 5-speed: Be The Manager

This will not turn into a Mercedes-Benz versus BMW war. This is not some point/counterpoint concerning which large German sedan from the 1980s is a better – or worse – idea. I’m not going to get into a pissing contest with my blog mate over the fact that W126 Benzes will always be tubby cars best suited for extremely large German banker managers. Or, in the case of the 280SE, assistant bank managers. Continue reading

1983 Mercedes-Benz 280SE: Just because it’s tubby doesn’t mean it’s not FUN!

Regular visitors to TotallyThatStupid – and yes, there are some – have surely figured out that we are fans of big German cars. Well, we’re fans of the small ones too, but we definitely have a soft spot for Bahn-storming panzerwagens. All the more so if they come from the 1970s or 1980s, when you could easily spot the differences among German cars, Japanese cars, and American cars. Apart from a few cars that trickled-in from the U.K., those were the only places cars came from in those days, and they all had their own nationalistic character. Nowadays you can hardly tell a Kia from an Audi (ask me how I know), which is really a shame, unless of course you bought one of the former like I did. But I digress.

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Fleet Roulette

(Yes, it’s been a long summer bereft of posts. Forgive me. Summer is short here in the North Woods, and I was out enjoying it!)

As some of you may know by now, the current fleet of old cars, specifically the 1972 Bavaria and the 1981 528i, is on the block. I could name a hundred different reasons for this upset, ranging from storage space to maintenance needs to the relative intelligence of having two cars you can drive six months out of the year, but don’t. At the end of the day, or the auction, I can boil it down to this: Continue reading

Fleet Update: Building Memories

I hate when life gets in the way of solid blogging, but that’s just the way it’s been lately. I’m actually somewhat amazed at how much has changed since my last post, automotively speaking, that is. Well, truth be told, there have really only been two changes: out with the Volvo, in with the Cosworth. I love a good Volvo wagon – and I have ever since my uncle had a pale blue 1974 145E wagon. It took four kids and a lot of abuse to kill that car – in fact, even all that didn’t kill it. If I recall correctly, it was still running on three of its four cylinders when it was hauled-off. Great cars. That said, we already have a wagon, and we really didn’t need another one. Besides that, the other side of my grandiose dreams of making it into some sort of killer daddy-wagon was that it would be a wallet-draining exercise in futility. And besides, it wasn’t a stick shift.

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