what do you drive?

[mk162]

Here's what I've got right now:

1962 MG Midget (parked in the shop while the basement/garage is being remodeled.
1991 Chevy G20 Sport van...I keep it around for hauling construction material and anything the minivan won't haul...4x8 sheets of plywood fit inside easily.
2010 Camry, my daily driver.  Its my 3rd camry, they are just great cars
2012 Sienna, my wife's car.  I still enjoy driving it though.

[GraphicDisorder]

Damn Gerry, you have your own desk at the DMV? they must love seeing your mug show up. new car every week or what? yikes...

You think thats bad, I got a buddy whos 45-46 roughly now, hes had over 2,600 cars in his life. Dudes had 8 audis THIS year.

[mimosatexas]

why...?

I'm about to turn 33 and I've had 4 cars, 1 was totaled (not my fault), and one was stolen and never recovered (again, not my fault).  The other two were a plymouth breeze (free, hand me down and a freaking terrible car), and my tacoma.  I guess I try to take care of them and drive them until they die (or get stolen, lol).

[mk162]

Some people collect cars, others collect ex-wives, I've decided I am going to take up collecting money...

[mimosatexas]

That's just crazy to me.  Even if money is absolutely not an issue, why the freak would you need 2500 cars.  If you like to check out different cars so often, just rent them or something...

[mk162]

Nobody said he needed them...he wants them.   

[3Deep]

I've had a few cars I wish the hell I had back now.

1968  Pontiac firebird
1980  Chevy Camaro
1978  Datsun 280z 2 +2

[Frog]

How much do you guys think I wish that I still had my '49 Chrysler Woody?

[blue moon]

a friend of mine spent $1,000,000.00 or so on the cars over the last 10 years. Catch is, that's just the money he lost in depreciation! That's $100K per year in lost value! I used to swap cars with him when they were $100K-$200K, now that he is in $500K or so range, he won't let me drive them any more (and not sure I would, scratch on a carbon fiber bumper is $20K).

pierre

[GraphicDisorder]

That buddy of mine has a billion dollar a year business. Buying cars is nothing. One of his most fun stories was he bought a car once and 90 minutes later traded it in at a different dealer. Didn't like the seats. Another was when he had the first new Rolls Royce with a piano black dash in it, some super rare configuration which they were going only make a few of. He gets the car home and a week later the dealer calls offering him 50k over what he paid for it. He declined saying he liked it and wanted to keep it for awhile. This goes on for a few days back and forth until a final offer came in from the dealer saying that they were making a final offer and he needs to take it if he knows whats good for him. He laughed and they offered 150k over what he paid. He said fine ill take it id be stupid not to. The dealer was 3hrs away but had already sent transport truck for it and it showed up 15 minutes after the phone call ended. Suitcases of cash exchanged (this was a north of 400k car before the 150k bump). Car gets loaded up. 4hrs later the dealer send him a video of the car being loaded in a military style plane which flew in just to get the car. Turns out it was a some really powerful Russian guy and he told the dealer he was either buying the car or he'd come take it one way or another. Apparently he gets his way.

He will buy these cars, have windows tinted, paint film installed, fully cut/buffed, often changing wheels/tires/exhaust and keep them often just a few weeks. Rarely does he keep a car more than 6 months. He loses money often but at times he's made money as well as he often will buy rare configurations of cars. His house has a 10 car garage plus a 2 car wash bay garage. Previous house was 18 car, he's slowed down last 2 years.

[kingscreen]

Here's my current line up:

1949 Plymouth Special Deluxe
1948 Chevrolet Fleetmaster custom
1965 Checker Marathon Wagon

Past classic cars I've had:

1967 Mustang Coupe
1986 Chevrolet C10 Pickup
1982 Checker Marathon (taxi cab)
1973 Chevrolet Nova SS
1961 Cadillac Series 62
1965 Chevrolet Impala SS

I don't count my grocery runners. 

[ol man]

unimaginable: 5 pages ...so here i go :

YOUR MOMS

[tonypep]

Sanibel Island=Karman Ghia St Thomas=BMW 325 I vert Charleston=Honda Accord

[alan802]

When I was 17 I bought a Kawasaki KDX 200 trail bike, not street legal, it had a speedo/odo on it and I put 35K on that bike before I smashed the speedo up and never got it fixed.  I figure I put AT LEAST another 15K on that bike.  Even though we all had drivers licenses many of my friends and I still rode our dirt bikes and four wheelers to and from events and each others' houses.  Living 10 miles from the nearest town has its advantages.  We had trails on the sides of the roads but drove on the roads when we felt like it.  It was just more fun to drive off road.  I figure with all of the farm-to-market, oil top backroads and the one highway that went through the area there was about 200 miles of trails if you count the one lane, oil top roads as trails.  We were never pulled over or bothered by the police/sheriff in the county, but the majority of the time we passed them we were on the trail beside the roads.

I was essentially a free-range kid in that I had transportation in a four-wheeler or dirt bike since I was about 12 years old and I could drive as far as about 10 miles, one way, to friends houses or wherever I wanted from about the 6th grade.  It was a different time, and everyone within about 20 square miles knew who I was and who my father was and nobody was going to bother us.  We were very respectful and didn't ride on people's property and only had trails made on public land.  We never made anyone mad or bothered others and we tried hard not to pollute with noise as best we could.  I couldn't imagine 12-14 year-old kids having that type of freedom to go where they pleased these days but hopefully there are areas around the country that it still happens.  But we were good kids and our parents made sure we acted right and respected all our neighbors.  I could see how what we got away with not being tolerated if the kids are awful and do things to upset others.  I think that was a huge part of what we were able to do for so many years.  I'm not sure that most of what we did was legal, and riding on the roads certainly was not but I'd guess that about 10% or less of the miles between stops and destinations was ridden on the roads.  There are hundreds of miles of one-lane oil top roads in the county I grew up in and it was literally like the Dukes of Hazzard except they were paved and not all dirt.  They intertwined and provided shortcuts between farm-to-market roads and the highways and if you knew which oil top to take you could get places in 1/4 of the time than if you took gravel/paved roads.  They were one lane, but two cars could pass each other in most places without pulling over, but you had to be careful.  Many side mirrors were knocked off over they years on those old roads. 

[Frog]

When I was 17 I bought a Kawasaki KDX 200 trail bike, not street legal, it had a speedo/odo on it and I put 35K on that bike before I smashed the speedo up and never got it fixed.  I figure I put AT LEAST another 15K on that bike.  Even though we all had drivers licenses many of my friends and I still rode our dirt bikes and four wheelers to and from events and each others' houses.  Living 10 miles from the nearest town has its advantages.  We had trails on the sides of the roads but drove on the roads when we felt like it.  It was just more fun to drive off road.  I figure with all of the farm-to-market, oil top backroads and the one highway that went through the area there was about 200 miles of trails if you count the one lane, oil top roads as trails.  We were never pulled over or bothered by the police/sheriff in the county, but the majority of the time we passed them we were on the trail beside the roads.

I was essentially a free-range kid in that I had transportation in a four-wheeler or dirt bike since I was about 12 years old and I could drive as far as about 10 miles, one way, to friends houses or wherever I wanted from about the 6th grade.  It was a different time, and everyone within about 20 square miles knew who I was and who my father was and nobody was going to bother us.  We were very respectful and didn't ride on people's property and only had trails made on public land.  We never made anyone mad or bothered others and we tried hard not to pollute with noise as best we could.  I couldn't imagine 12-14 year-old kids having that type of freedom to go where they pleased these days but hopefully there are areas around the country that it still happens.  But we were good kids and our parents made sure we acted right and respected all our neighbors.  I could see how what we got away with not being tolerated if the kids are awful and do things to upset others.  I think that was a huge part of what we were able to do for so many years.  I'm not sure that most of what we did was legal, and riding on the roads certainly was not but I'd guess that about 10% or less of the miles between stops and destinations was ridden on the roads.  There are hundreds of miles of one-lane oil top roads in the county I grew up in and it was literally like the Dukes of Hazzard except they were paved and not all dirt.  They intertwined and provided shortcuts between farm-to-market roads and the highways and if you knew which oil top to take you could get places in 1/4 of the time than if you took gravel/paved roads.  They were one lane, but two cars could pass each other in most places without pulling over, but you had to be careful.  Many side mirrors were knocked off over they years on those old roads.

When I was a kid in the early '60's, even in the Hollywood Hills they cut us some slack with trail bikes and minibikes. I'll always remember the second day I got my mini-bike running, a visit from the cops who just asked my dad and me to add a muffler on the two stroke kart engine we used (Power Products AH58 though most favored the West Bends and McCullogh) His heating and Air conditioning place had a line on Tecumseh products (their 4 stroke line), so, the Power Products it was.
And, there were even dirt areas back then. One, a huge housing development called Mount Olympus (renamed Mole Knoll by us) took many years to excavate, providing some serious riding areas, better suiting the 250's most of us stepped up to.
DLAC will probably chime in as he was the dirt biker supreme in his neck of the woods.