Ford-Chevy-Ford-Chevy-Ford-Chevy.....Dodge

 

Dodge, hyper-ventilate, slide, jink, brody, over-correct, fish-tail, control . . . another savable screw-up destined fer greatness but fer the intervention’a fix’t-objex. (Okay: fixed-objects.)

 

sooooo Newtonian. As in, Sir Issac.

 

Newtonium . . . izzn't'att da stuff they feed our sub-fleet?

 

I'm not sure Java. My knowledge of these things is sub-prime.

 

Nah, but that'z fer the ol' timer'z thread Brett.
The Subprimez were a trio'uv sweet-soundin' ladies from the '60'z.

 

Like the stock S2000 muffler?

 

Not by a long-shot Scoot.
Stewie’s exhaust note (even when “on-the-pipe”) izz aboud’z innerestin’z a tax-form (‘Sorry Vez.)
Even when done up with all’a these after-market effortz, all it does is make it sound like so many hormonal Civicz’n their fart-canz.
No.
To sound truly sweet, it’s godda be some Ferrariz (All’a the 12 cylinderz), most big’n small block Amurican Ar’n (All 426 Hemiz, all 421 Ponchoz, all 427, 402’n 406 Chevyz, all 427, 428’n Hemi-429 Fordz’n jus’ about anythin’ Carroll Shelby cared to put’izz name to . . includin’izz chili).
Stewie’z a great li’l car’n’all, but quite frankly, ‘er ‘zaust note has me reachin’ fer the fly-swatter often’z’nott.

 

Ha, don't try it, the heat'll melt them new plastic bug spankers. My first stewie had an nVidia exhaust, got lots o' complements on it but my darling didn't like travelling with me for the noise... The current s is much easier on the ears, and she goes anywhere with me in it, so it sounds sweet...

 

Yip. 'Got me some new spankerz down't Walmart. 'Jus' godda figure out how ahm'a gonna git them big ol' boxes inta Stewie'z trunk.

 

Hey, speaking of Sams...
I have that trouble whenever I go to his club, but what doesn't fit in the trunk works in the passenger seat.

 

this works somewhat unless you actually have a(n) p***enger in the passenger seat.

that trunk: it will not hold but one set of golfing clubs.

 

Aye beeb. Na' quite accurate, but . . whu's yer word y'ol' peach-peeler you?
Truth be told, I've put a medium sized air-conditioner in Stewie'z trunk'n I didn't even have to sidd'onn'itt ta close it.
Stewie'z got faultz, budd'er trunk ain't one'uv'em'z I see it.

 

i left a word.

i agree, the trunk will hold a good bit; but just one golf bag.

the a/c is fine. it cools well even in the georgia heat and humidity; and it is the humidity. i like the in-dash model myself. the trunk space, while adequate, does not lend itself to being filled with other systems, if you want carrying capacity. is the joisey heat and humidity so severe that you have had to mod the a/c unit. this is a first--i've never seen this on s2k international.

no car is perfect. just about everything in life is a trade-off. the s2000 is no different. either you want to drive it or not. if you want an automatic transmission, a couch to sit on, and a smooth quiet ride, perhaps you should have purchased an accord. however, if you want to rev to 9k, snick through the 6-speed, and make the little girls, but not the tires, scream in the corners, then the s2000 is your car.

 

As I sweatily'n humbly respond to yer near-brochure description'a li'l Stewie, I'm an example in humidility.

 

Oh, it's an example of something all right J.J......

 

Another @*#&in' critic!

 

i, too, am a humble man, perspiring profusely. it is hot down here.

i enjoy putting the bb on the road, top folded back. i like to watch the orange arc of the tach as the rpm climb; the glow of the digital numerics as speed increases; to arrive at vtec for ever so brief a moment; then to shift again and hurtle down the road.

it is just simple fun to drive this car. simple man, simple fun. not a simple car.

jagg: can you get more than one set of golf clubs in the s2000 trunk?

 

ONE, and only one set of clubs will fit in an S2000 trunk, my perspiring, pecan picking, piggly wigglin' pal......I lived in Georgia for quite a while Beeb.

 

Golf clubz, schmolf clubz . . you could fitt'a pair'a stiffz in Stewie'z trunk. (N' no Jagg. 'Att'z without the application'uv'a Sawzall.)

 

I suppose with the proper knowledge of anatomical oragami ,anything's possible.

 

there's no such thing as proper knowledge of anatomical oragami when it comes to golf clubs & s2k's trunk...lol one one set of golf clubs will fit in the s2k trunk...what you can do is don't bring the bag lol j/k j/k but yeah no i can only put my set of golf clubs in there..if my husband bring his too then we take his car..

 

Jagg'z such'a card!
They don't make Stewie in'a anatomic!

 

If I were a card, I'd be the Joker.

 

Joker, joker, bo, bo-ker, banana, bana, fo, fo-ker, fee, fi, mo, mo-ker. Jo-ker.
A joker by any other name . . .

 

jj, you had to go deep to dig that one up...the name game...can you name the artist...don't call me shirley...the joker fits in anywhere...that wouldn't be me...i have my porpoise.


and...you might want one of these:

http://coolerfun.com/Beer_Belly.html

 

Fuh'da fish beeb?
On porpoise?
Yuh mean like . . fuh'da halibut?
'Don' need no stinkin' beer-belly! 'Got my own!
'Not 'zackly a "readily-accessible 80oz.", budd'z long'z I don' start growin' a "wine-rack" . . .

 

But Hal I didn't mean for you to take over the spacecraft and kill the rest of the crew, just so I could have a totally trippy super duper space time continuum epiphany type experience!!! Now get your *** back on autopilot!

 

Da-i-i-z-z-e-e-e-e, D-a-a-a-a-a a a i i i i i z z z e e e e e e e e e e e e

 

...Give me your answer true...
Mrs. Ellis could probably expand on that, but I'll stick to jabberwocky for my personal chaos...

 

Ah-h-h-h!
A Gilliamite!
I'll see your jabberwocky'n raise you'a Baron Munchausen.

 

Count:

Chockula
Dracula
of Monte Cristo
Basie

 

'S'funny you should mention Basie beeb.
'Hailed from Red Bank, New Joisey'z I recall.

 

ya sure it wasn't from Mehoopany, Pennsylvania, Java Junky?

 

Nope.
Wuzzn't from Hop Boddum neither.

 

Well I won't get into that argument, don't care where he was from (sorry) but he rocked, he made a dum bod hop... Hops!

 

Sock hopz!

 

Reminds me of playing twister in my long-johns.

 

I guess it's better than playing charades naked.

 

a lotta dem commies gotta dacha for a res. putin got two or three. dat one cold bastich.


lotsa rain down here. no gators in the streets yet, but expect 'em anytime.


jagg: your georgia res? was it columbus?