Part of the tragedy of import cars of the ‘00s is that more likely than not, they’ll be associated to the infamous Fast & Furious franchise. While not the defacto ricer ride of choice, this is what happened while looking for pics for my B15 Nissan Sentra post: I found a screenshot of one from the movie 2 Fast 2 Furious. If these type of cars cold talk, it would be the equivalent of finding an embarrassing snapshot of a time that’s yet to be looked upon with rose-tinted glasses. Speaking of which, I was taken back to 2003, where my MR2-driving Uncle and me went to the movies to see it. This isn’t going to be a movie review, so back to the screenshot:When this scene happened, I remember trying to take it all in. So many cars, so little screen time! Now, at stumbling upon this screenshot, there doesn’t seem to be that many. Regardless, there are a decent number of cars.
So, under all those questionable aerodynamics, flashy paint, vinyl graphics, dated wheels, etc., what can you make out?
With the introduction outta the way, let’s begin listing the (probably) lust-worthy vehicles of the 00’s. A quick reminder: This list doesn’t list said vehicles from model year 2000 to 2010 one by one but categorizes vehicles that fit into the Car Lust way of thinking, so that means that obvious choices aren’t included unless given an explanation. Yes, there’s gonna be exceptions. Yes, there will be disagreements, but just give ‘em time to grow on you, like a decade. Or three. Now, onto the wall of text list.
As we ponder the automotive landscape of the 00's, this is the. . .well, okay, the second vehicle that came to mind; the first was my old Thunderbird post. But I will submit to you, gentle readers, that the reborn Pontiac GTO is truly emblematic of the resurgence in automotive performance that took place during this period. As Hafner notes, performance was stellar and for a really great price. The trouble was the styling; it aimed to bring back a hallowed nameplate but made not even an eyebrow raise, let alone a simple nod, to the original. One can argue the merits of whether or not styling should be a crucial issue to buyers -- and it was hashed out in the comments -- but I think it's fairly clear that simply rebadging a Holden and calling it a GTO didn't work very well.
When Pontiac announced its plans to release a brand new GTO to the motoring public after a nearly 30-year hiatus, excitement ran high. Pontiac had used the long-neglected GTO nameplate to kick off the whole muscle car craze back in the early 1960s, and the revival of the GTO represented not only a potentially exciting new car, but a chance to cleanse the palatte from the sour taste left by the last GTO, the tape-and-sticker Ventura-based 1974 GTO.
When the new GTO debuted, however, it was to sighs of disappointment. The anticlimax had nothing to do with the performance. With a 350-horsepower LS1 small-block V-8, replaced the following year with the 400-horsepower LS2, acceleration was certainly potent. Car & Driver clocked the 2005 GTO at less than 5 seconds from 0-60 and the 13-second range in the quarter-mile.
But, to some, the GTO lacked the visual chutzpah of its predecessors--and in an age of overtly demonstrative cars, that seemed a fatal flaw. The GTO's feeble sales compared to the brisk movement of the new, retro-styled Mustang just drove home the point. After only three years of production, the GTO was quietly canceled.
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--Jeremy Clarkson, Top Gear, on a brief description of then-contemporary (mid-‘00s) automobile design, though not directly referring the lot above.
Ah, the '00s. Wii We could talk a lot about that decade –though I doubt a lot of you would have positive, rose-tinted comments about it, not initially at least. I don’t think we’ll be labeling it “epic” any time soon. It started out with a bang, or more specifically didn’t –Y2K and all that, unless you count the ‘Dot-com bubble’ bursting- and quickly turned sour after certain major events took place afterwards not only in the U.S., but also around the world. Things picked up, until a little thing with the economy affected, oh, the whole world. This was the decade that I believe treated the word ‘billion’ as if it was just a ‘million’. It’s an inconvenient truth, I know. We’d notice that the letter ‘i’ and being green became cool and geek became chic. Through it all, this was the decade that my generation was forced to come of age kicking and screaming. No wonder people tried to bring the 1980s back, for better or worse.
Keeping things animated, Here we have yet another Simpson’s-themed Carspotters’ Challenge. The title has less to do with the actual Oscars and more to do with the episode the pic comes from… well, according to my research. I haven’t seen this episode.We're late for the Oscars, anyways (by about three months as of this writing), but what can you spot on the way?
There’s a reason why I was hard on the 2015 Cadillac Escalade commercial: I like Cadillacs. And I like some of their commercials. To see the brand sell its products, in this case one of its most recognizable and best-selling, in such a fashion prompted me to fire up the keyboard then. Thankfully, unlike Honda/Acura, Cadillac has yet to leave me head-scratching or downright displeased through their advertisement on multiple occasions. The following video, while about a decade old, shows one of my favorites from the brand:
What do we know about Vauxhall? We know they’re part of GM and that they sell rebadged Opels as well as Holdens/Isuzus/Suzukis, etc., depending on which model we’re talking. I’ve gotten the impression that they were able to build some of the most boring cars of the UK and at the same time some of the most bonkers. But did you know that the plant producing Vauxhalls as we know it turned 50 years old? How about that it produced 5 million cars during that time frame? Just one of those two milestones is more than enough reason to produce one of the most entertaining commercials that one can’t find on Western television programming:
How many of you are aware that there was a new Looney Tunes series? Well, you do now. The half-hour series focuses mostly on Bugs Bunny and Daffy Duck, as well as those around them. It’s made in a sitcom-y sort of way but it’s rife with little details that eagle-eyed fans of the franchise can appreciate. Taking place in contemporary times, we see that the show’s animators went the extra mile to make it feel as familiar as one can without infringing copyright laws or unashamed product-placement. That includes cars. While many do look generic, there are many more that, as a car person, grabs your attention. The kicker here is how well some of the vehicles are paired with their owners.
Most are gone now, but a tradition in the 1950s, '60s, and '70s was the drive-in theater. Usually on warm summer weekend nights, these places were full of cars, people, and delicious food served right there on the premises.
Some Drive-Ins charged by the car load, others by the individuals per car. So a trunk packed with 4-5 people sneaking into one was not uncommon. (Been there, bought the T-shirt, as they say ;) .)
And as the joke goes, they had very low prices for the afternoon matinee.
They were also a place where both hanky and panky occurred... just don't get caught!
See anything you'd like to drive home? (Extra points if you can identify the movie that's playing. Extra EXTRA points if you can identify the cars in the movie that's playing!))
--That Car Guy (Chuck)
Image Credit: Our warm Summer evening at the drive-in image was found at DriveTheNation.com.
In the fall of 1983, the first Dodge Caravans and Plymouth Voyagers rolled off the assembly lines and into the showrooms as 1984 models. The "T-115" minivan, derived from the K-platform FWD sedan, became one of the most influential vehicle designs of all time. The two individuals most responsible for bringing the minivan into the world are Lee Iaccoca, the CEO and public face of Chrysler Corporation at the time, and Hal Sperlich, who served under him as Vice-President of Styling and Product Planning.
But that wasn't the first experience these two gentlemen had with a minivan. Ten years earlier, when Lee Iaccoca was President of Ford and Hal Sperlich was its Director of Product Planning, one of their projects was the Ford Carousel, a prototype minivan that got tantalizingly close to production before being cancelled. So let's leap back in time to the Ford executive suite in 1973, and see what might have happened in an alternate universe where the first true minivan was the Carousel, rolling into Ford showrooms in the fall of 1974 as a 1975 model.
"Hey, I have a hot rod with a blueprinted engine!"
Many of us have heard somebody say that, then we nod our heads in agreement. And some of even have a slight idea of what that means. So to help explain this, we turn to EngineBasics.com, who at least partially define Engine Blueprinting as:
"A true blueprinted motor though, is one were every single part has been measured and matched exactly to a tolerance that FAR EXCEDES the manufacturers original tolerances. On a blueprinted motor one could say there “are no tolerances”, since everything is matched at times to a hundred thousands of an inch. The amount of balancing a blueprinted motor needs is so low its off the scale. All bearing and races are measured to be with-in thousands of each-other."
They can say that a lot better than I can.
Therefore, basically, a blueprinted engine is one built to incredibly tight tolerances, mainly to avoid power-robbing vibration issues.
So there. And of course, this is also the place to discuss anything else even ever so slightly automotive related. With or without blueprints.
--That Car Guy (Chuck)
Image Credit: Our blueprinted engine example came from EddiesPerformance.com.
I guess it should not be a surprise that I picked this microbial minicar, since about anything you do to a GM T-Body will improve it anyway. But I have always defended this car, which was the best-selling American small car of 1979 and 1980. After all, I did own two of these beauties.
First off, I'd keep virtually all of the external sheet metal, but build an up-to-date, high-tensile steel space frame under there that meets today's crash standards. After all, is the Chevette really such a bad looking car?
As my Quantum Leap scenario, I have chosen -- perhaps not surprisingly -- the Mustang II. The main reason, of course, is that I'm rather intimately familiar with the model, its strengths, foibles, shortcomings, etc. I've also spent much of the last 25 years of owning it alternatingly defending its honor, calling it a 'sucky old car', and in the end trying to put it in its proper context and evaluating it that way.
In a way, I'm almost tempted not to change anything at all, since it really was a fairly successful car for Ford, despite the many protestations that "it wasn't a real Mustang" and ought not to be considered as one. But if one does a few quick back-of-the-spreadsheet calculations on sales of all Mustangs over the years, the Mustang II did, in fact, sell very well. I compared total sales for each model year ("1964.5" and 1965 combined) with the total US population (to control for population growth) to get a per capita sales figure for each year.* The results? Out of the 45 years available (through 2010), the 5 years of Mustang IIs all appear in the top 20 sales years, with the debut 1974 model coming in at #4 (Best: 1965; Worst: 2009). Hence, despite the MII's appearance on so many "Top 10 Worst Cars" lists, Ford was obviously laughing at the Mustang II's critics. . . .all the way to the bank.
But I would still make a few changes.
This thread may or may not be in the process of being written by me. Or it may be someone else who is using my body temporarily to write -- or rewrite -- the whole thing in order to achieve a certain result.
And with that bit of logical conundrumness we kick off the latest Car Lust Challenge: The Car Lust Quantum Leap Automobile. . um, Challenge. . .Thingie. For those of you unfamiliar with the concept, Quantum Leap was a science fiction television show that aired on NBC from 1989-93. It starred Scott Bakula and Dean Stockwell who. . .well, I'll let IMDB set it up:
Doctor Sam Beckett (Bakula) led a group of top scientists into the desert to research his theory that a man could time travel within his own lifetime. Unfortunately, in order to save his funding, he was forced to enter the accelerator prematurely and vanished. He then found himself in someone else's body with partial amnesia. His only contact from home is Al (Stockwell), a holographic image only he can see and hear. Setting right things which once went wrong, Sam leaps from life to life, hoping each time that this is the final leap home.
The central theme is that Beckett would go back in time each week and inhabit someone else's body for a time in order to right some wrong that took place in the past. For example, he occupies the life of Lee Harvey Oswald and tries, unsuccessfully, to avoid assassinating Kennedy. . . .but we find out that in the original time line Jackie Kennedy was also killed, who he manages to save this time. I was never a fan of the show myself, but I always thought it was kind of a neat concept.
But it recently got me to thinking: What would I do if I could go back in time and be in a position to change the way some automobile was made? I mean, we all sit here and b*tch about how GM should have done this or that with the Vega, or that AMC should have done this or that with the Pacer, assuming that with a few changes this or that model would have been AWESOME.
So here is your challenge, Car Lust readers: If you could go back in time and inhabit some auto executive's or designer's or engineer's body for some length of time and change the course of history for one model, what would it be? And how would you go about it? No need to be super detailed ("Yeah, I'd lengthen the trailing arms on the front by 6.8 mm, and then bore the cylinder out another 0.5 mm. . . .") but give enough detail that we get an idea how it would change things.
This might be a big thing, like, say, to give an example of something really dumb that would never happen in any sane universe, decide not to assemble cars in a separate country by flying them back and forth across the globe on 747s, or maybe something more modest, such as changing the suspension somewhat and avoiding the resulting bad press (misguided though it was).
I'll have my choice out this week and my confrères will be getting theirs together in the future to sprinkle in as we go. Feel free to make yours in the comments or even send more detailed plans in and we'll publish them in the future.
And feel free to talk about anything else that catches your fancy.
If, in fact, it's really you doing the typing. . . .
A bit of a digression from our usual fare for this post. Over the last couple of years I've developed a bit of a hobby with old diaries. I'd always wanted to maintain a diary/journal, though not so much because I think I have so much of importance to say for posterity. After my dad died several years ago, I realized that all of the stories he'd told us over the years now only existed in our memories; we couldn't go check them with him or hear them again, they were all lodged only in our imperfect memories as something of an oral history. I made a few attempts over the years to keep a diary (even when I was a kid) but they never lasted, I think because I never thought I had anything of profound interest to write.
Then one day on a lark I bought a diary at an estate sale and started reading it through. That one was from 1948 written by a 60-something-year old Seattle housewife by the name of Lillie May (Reasoner) Smith. She wasn't anything particularly special and mostly she just recorded her daily doings. . . .which I found utterly fascinating. Instead of profound thoughts on Life and the Big Events of the day, she recorded her shopping trips, her husband's work as a longshoreman, picking berries on Orcas Island, dinner parties they attended, etc. Such a different world from the one I inhabit here in the later 20th and early 21st century with our computers and Internets and cable television and cell phones and such. So, I started my own diary, online this time, and went through and transcribed Lillie's entry for the same day ("On this day in 1948. . .") and then entered my own doings. And I kept at it, I guess, partly out of a feeling of obligation to give the world her story as well as my own. When the year was up (her diary only was for a single year), I found another and started in on it. The second one was for 1967, a man this time, and he was kind of dull.
But I found another one that was fairly complete for almost three years from 1952 to 1954 and started in on that. To be honest, for the first month or so I thought it was a teenage girl -- there was no identifying information in it -- but turned out it was written by a teenaged boy from Yakima, Washington. And he had a 1939 Plymouth coupe, much like the one pictured here. He was 16 at the time and the Plymouth kept popping up as he went through his daily teenaged high school boy life.
While we were both teenaged boys at one point, like Lillie May, it was a different world from the one I grew up in. He's had a few adventures in his Plymouth and many, many problems with it, some of which were his own fault. But the way he related to his car and the things he did with it are far different from what I experienced, and I thought I'd share some of his entries with Car Lust readers. No doubt some older readers will relate to what he went through, and younger ones may find the actual writings of a car-loving guy from the early 1950s enlightening.
A couple of notes: He had very small, cramped writing and it was often difficult to make out words. Those I've put in [brackets] with the the word I think it is or in some cases just the letters it looks like in hopes context can render it intelligible to someone. More on the diarist below the fold.
Birth Year Fantasy Garage--Introduction
Birth Year Fantasy Garage--Cookie the Dog's Owner (1961)
Birth Year Fantasy Garage--Tigerstrypes (1989)
Birth Year Fantasy Garage--Anthony Cagle (1962)
Birth Year Fantasy Garage--Chris Hafner (1976)
1974 was a great year. The world population reached 4 billion people. Elvis was still alive. Hank Aaron became the home run king passing Babe Ruth with #715 April 8th. Nixon resigned, and I was born.
1974 wasn't what I'd consider a great year for cars, though there were some great car still being made. It comes just after all the fun of the muscle car era. Styling began to change, and the OPEC oil embargo plus smog restrictions had an impact on horsepower and performance. Despite that, I was still able to find some cars I'd love to own today.
I live in the rust belt (Minnesota). There's not much from 1974 left for picking through here. So for my birth year challenge, I'm looking to Dallas. And when I run out of options there, I'm going to Phoenix. I'm going to limit my search to just these two markets. I'm not going to just pick my favorite cars from 1974, but am choosing to pick from what is available on the market today.
Ladies and gentlemen, I declare this The Perfect Car: the 1968-73 Ferrari Daytona.
A while back I made up a bit of a fantasy post, specifying that if you had to have a single vehicle -- and only one -- for the rest of your life, what would it be? I gave two options, a real world one (you pay for everything), and a fantasy one (someone else buys it, insures it, gasses it, and maintains it). For mine, I actually went all practical and chose a couple of SUVs, a Honda Pilot for the Real Word and a Range Rover for the Fantasy Realm.
But I dunno, I may rethink the latter and throw caution to the wind and get my (fantasy) self into a Daytona.
I'll let you just gaze at that photo for a bit before clicking to read the rest of this post. Take your time, I'll wait.