There’s change afoot here at TTS. No, neither of us has gone transgender, and yes, it will include some more frequent posting. This once-a-quarter pattern isn’t really working for us, although traffic has remained remarkably substantial. The internet is a fascinating place. First off, if you’re not following us on Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram, please do! You’ll find more frequent tidbits through those outlets than on the official blog, although this remains our home of homes. But all that’s not what I’m really here to talk about, either. This is first and foremost a car blog, and as such the interesting content is about cars. So brace yourselves, folks, as there are changes coming to the TTS fleet!
Welcome to the newest TTS feature: TTS Quick Pick! These posts are dedicated to cars that.. Oh let’s be real – these posts are dedicated to interesting cars we stumble across which we either a) don’t have the time to write comprehensively about or b) can’t be bothered to write more about because we are in the middle of binge-watching “The Americans” on Amazon. In any case, as part of our responsibility to bring more (any?) cars to you, we offer these short takes – starting with this pretty little 1971 Fiat 850 Spider which can be found here on CraigsList in Northern Virginia for $7,200.
“What’s the fastest car in the world? A rental car, of course!”
That old chestnut, the object example of truth lovingly wrapped in a cliché. We all know people who have purchased cars previously the property of a rental or loaner fleets. And not ironically, either; this wasn’t some vane nod toward empathy – like adopting an abused baby harp seal because you feel bad – or merely thumbing their nose at the Goddess of Nice Used Cars. They saw no problem in purchasing an automobile that had likely never known an easy day in its life.
It doesn’t matter if it’s a Camaro SS or a Dodge Avenger, an Audi A6 or a Kia Rio, a Nissan Quest or a Lincoln MK-whatever. Nobody has ever been nice to a rental car. Continue reading
My cohort here at Totally That Stupid and I have a little game we play. It doesn’t have a name, and there are not really any rules to speak of. It goes something like:
“Craigslist. For sale. By owner. $[some random amount]. Go!” Continue reading
As you my have ascertained from my last post, I have the itch something awful. Not THAT, no, the itch for a car. The theory I am specifically looking to put into practice is the old “buy cold, sell warm” convertible theory. I don’t know about where you are, but it has been butt cold here, and is looking to only continue down that wintry road. What better time to buy a droptop, right??
The rules for roadworthiness or safety inspections here in the U.S. vary widely by state (and even county, for that matter). The great State of Virginia has one of the more comprehensive state safety inspections, comparable to the British MoT and the German system. Inspectors (are supposed to) poke and prod, flick switches, test horns, wipers, lights, defrosters, check brake pad thickness, and generally look for anything that will make the vehicle unsafe to operate. Failure is not an option, and the only route for exemption is a special use tag such as an “antique vehicle” plate, which requires a vehicle be at least 25 years old, not the owners sole means of transportation, and places a restriction on the number and type of miles logged per year (type = commute, for example).