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Review: 2004 Lexus LS430

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I love luxury, cruising in smug comfort like the Monopoly Man, checking on high-end properties at Park Place while zipping through Baltic Avenue with the windows up and doors locked. When you’re piloting a luxury sedan, you can’t help sneering at the unwashed masses trapped in Dodge Caravans, Toyota Camrys, and other depressing forms of mobility.

It’s a good feeling, but there’s more to driving than sitting in a fancy box and moving from place to place. It’s an act of assertion, freedom, emotion, and personal expression, at least in America.

And as far as expression goes, few sedans say “I’ve made it” like a full size Lexus. One could safely assume that the owner, at least when the LS430 was new, attended a respectable university and enjoys a secure, upper middle-class lifestyle as a doctor, lawyer, or banker. Unfortunately, aside from how they’re dramatized on Boston Legal or E.R., the average doctor or lawyer leads a quiet, responsible life free of rough edges or excitement… just like this Lexus.

On a checklist of what a luxury car should be (Lincoln’s old slogan), the Lexus LS430 encompasses quality, refinement, prestige, reliability, comfort, and retained value. All of the intellectual, practical, and reasonable questions are positively affirmed.

The LS430 also scores top marks in JD Power and Consumer Reports quality and dependability surveys, and with that honor the LS430 retains its value like nothing else.

A 2003 Lexus LS430 with 100,000 miles and every single option including radar cruise, “ultra luxury” with special wood, rear reclining seat, premium sound, and navigation is worth $21,000 in perfect condition, retaining about 30% of its original $71,000 MSRP.

A 2003 Cadillac Seville STS with 100,000 miles, also loaded, is worth $8000. That’s 15% of its original MSRP of around $55,000 with the technology package. Kelly Blue Book is being a bit generous to the Seville — realistically, 2003 Sevilles sell for $5000-$7000.

In the minds of consumers, the Lexus brand is a sure thing, a safe bet with no risks and high expectations of ownership satisfaction. The problem is, none of those expectations or criteria include driving pleasure. That’s my greatest complaint about the LS430.

It’s a stunning piece of craftsmanship with soft stitched leather on every possible surface, perfect build quality, deep and lustrous paint, perfect dependability, exceptional comfort, high market desirability, and surprisingly impressive fuel economy (26.5 mpg highway). It is, dare I say, the best mass-market car ever produced, with arguably higher quality than its successor, the LS460.

Unfortunately, it’s a bit of a bore to drive.

Effectively, you could argue that in this category of car, the notion of driving “fun” is irrelevant — and you may be right. On paper, at least, the pros vastly outweigh the cons, the only con being my subjective evaluation of how it looks and feels.

The responsible, well-educated, well-off folks who choose their cars based on checklists and pragmatic criteria can expect to be thoroughly satisfied. Nothing will make the “don’t pirate music and follow the speed limit” crowd happier than a Lexus LS. Trust me.

Otherwise, for those of us who make up 20% of the car buying public, the passionate enthusiasts with heart, soul, and gusto, the LS430 is dreadful. It’s a rolling tribute to rules, formalities, and order.

[Here comes my predictable Lexus bashing.]

EXTERIOR

It’s not ugly!

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That’s a polite way of saying it isn’t pretty, like telling a girl with warts on her face that at least she’s not dead. While the original LS400 had somewhat of of a swoopy shape and a long, low body, the LS430 went the opposite direction with tall, lifeless proportions and dulled edges. There’s about as much design inspiration in this unimaginative three-box contraption as a Ford Econoline.

The added height does create significantly more headroom than the LS400, but it makes the car a bit more susceptible to wind at high speeds.

You can see in the sculpting of the tail lights and the roof how the LS430 was closely modeled after the legendary W140 Mercedes S-class from the 90s, but the S-class had more wedge-like proportions and straighter, more formal creases and lines.

The S-class says “I have all the power and money,” while the LS430 says “I work for the guy who has all the power and money.”

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Panel gaps are impressively tight and the doors, if you close them gently, will quietly latch themselves shut (optional), just like like the S-class.

Apparently, Lexus intended to copy Mercedes-Benz but were afraid of being sued, so they rounded off the corners and edges to create something that looks, unfortunately, more like an elongated Toyota Avalon. However, thanks to the credibility gained from carrying the “L” badge on the trunk, it gets away with being plain.

It isn’t tuxedo sharp, nor is it a classic. It’s a gently carved box, efficiently shaped to maximize cargo and passenger room, and nothing more.

INTERIOR

We’ve established that the LS430 is a bore to look at. You might argue that looks are less important in the luxury game, as traveling in superb comfort is far more important. You would probably be right.

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Every ounce of disdain I have for the way the LS430 looks and drives is made up for by two ounces of praise for its stunning interior. With the Ultra Luxury package, the LS430 receives burnt wood trim with faded edges that gracefully blend into the door, a beautiful effect on a black interior. Every single surface is lined with soft, thick, odiferously delightful stitched leather. When I say every surface, I mean every single surface.

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The insides of the door handles have the same high quality leather as the seats, door panels, and outer handles, all perfectly stitched and precisely installed.

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The rear vents have stitched leather where they could have easily gotten away with plastic or vinyl.

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Even the ignition is adorned in stitched leather which is, by the way, keyless. You can walk up to the vehicle, get in, and turn the nub on the dashboard (a predecessor to pushbutton start) without ever removing the key from your pocket. Upon exiting, you close the door and push the little button on the door handle to lock the car.

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The knee board under the steering column (where no one ever looks or touches) is needlessly and delightfully done in finely stitched leather. An entire herd of grass-fed cows must have been sacrificed to create this stunning interior. It’s a Hindu’s worst nightmare.

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They didn’t neglect the floors either, covering them in thick, luxurious carpet that’s vastly superior to what’s offered in the standard LS460, the LS430’s successor.

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The headliner is made of real suede that also covers the pillars.

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Rear passengers get their own lighted vanity mirrors, a feature that was fairly common on top-level Cadillacs built before the late 1990s.

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If you look very closely, you can see that even the inside of the glove box door latch is lined with stitched leather.

Unfortunately, a lot of these special features were optional. I drove a standard LS430 a year ago and found the interior to be well made but stoic, lacking in warmth with unexpected hard surfaces. A lot of the stitched leather was replaced by panels of vinyl and plastic, less like a Lexus and more like a Cadillac Deville.

The LS400 came with several of these niceties at no extra cost.

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Electroluminescent gauges follow more than a decade of tradition for Lexus, and as always they’re clean, beautiful, and informative.

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There’s a mess of buttons on the steering wheel. The left side has three layers of buttons, some for displays, some for phone functions, some for navigation, and some for the radio. You have to get to know them with time, because the layout is unintuitive. If you aren’t careful, trying to adjust the volume will prompt you for a voice command.

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The navigation system was acceptable for 2004, certainly easier to use than what Cadillac, BMW, and Mercedes-Benz offered at the time, but accuracy is lacking. While it guided us somewhat successfully to our destinations, it didn’t provide sufficient warning of exits and turns. Guidance distance is adjustable on aftermarket navigation systems — I could not find a setting for this on the Lexus.

The Auto Recirculation button to the left of the display allows the car to choose on its own between ventilation and recirculation. When pollutants enter the environment, it automatically changes to recirculation mode to keep them out. Unfortunately this feature, which was also available on my 2001 Volvo S60, doesn’t work very well.

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It isn’t often that I describe the smaller details of an interior before discussing the cockpit, but in the case of the LS430, the details are far more interesting. All of the controls are well within reach but the dashboard feels unusually short and high. For some drivers, that creates a sense of protection and security. For me, it comes across as old-fashioned, like it was plucked out of the LX470 SUV and placed into a sedan. I’ve become accustomed to longer, sleeker dashboards in longer, lower cars.

Because of this, the best seat in the LS430 is the back.

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The top row has controls for power reclining, massaging, vibration, and headrest adjustment. The second row has audio and AC controls. Right above the door is an additional vent for more direct ventilation and air conditioning, controlled independently of the front. Unfortunately, rear audio controls are not separated from the driver with no headphone jacks available for private listening.

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Behind the arm rest is a cooler for canned drinks. This one could use a cleaning.

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Bonus: Rear windows have slide-up sunshades.

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Super Bonus: The corner windows have shades too.

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Additional tweeters and smart equalization keep rear seat passengers from being blasted in the ears. The Mark Levinson system, while unexciting, produces clean audio. It suffices.

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Opening the rear arm rest reveals two large cupholders, storage space, and additional controls.

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The two knobs control rear seat heat/cooling and the button controls the power rear sunshade.

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On the left side of the passenger seat are buttons that allow the rear passenger to move the front seat forward, creating more leg room in the back.

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I had more space than I knew what to do with. Japanese market versions offer a front seat pass-through for the feet.

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I spent the entire trip from North Carolina to Georgia to Tennessee to Missouri right here, browsing around on my iPad while dozing off on occasion.

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Normally, I find it impossible to fall asleep in an upright position which makes it impossible for me to get any rest on an international flight. But with my seat heater on and the vibration function working on my lower back, I managed to doze off quite frequently, snoring loudly as we cruised through the south.

Thankfully, I had my iPod handy to drown out my friend’s collection of shitty Coldplay albums.

This is by far, without question, the most intensely detailed, well-appointed, and relaxing luxury car I’ve ever experienced.

But I still would never buy one. Allow me to explain.

THE DRIVE

Details can be impressive, and in medicine, law, and accounting they’re absolutely critical. In the act of motoring, however, they’re less essential. Yes, you have to have a precisely timed mix of air, fuel, and ignition for a combustion engine to function efficiently, and strict manufacturing guidelines and standards are required to build a reasonably dependable piece of complex machinery on a fast-moving assembly line.

But details, while obviously important, contribute nothing to a car’s soul or personality. With the LS430, Lexus is attempting to derive the car’s personality from its quantitative achievements. That’s like reading a book and admiring the quality of the paper and the number of pages rather than understanding the story behind it.

Would you eat pancakes that are perfectly round but taste like wood? No, of course not. Why would you drive a car that’s well made but lifeless behind the wheel?

While it may be unreasonable to entirely disregard the importance of details, it’s outlandish to suggest that the “Pursuit of Perfection” (Lexus’s slogan) is desirable in and of itself. Perfection in and of itself is boring, and being passionate about perfection alone is like being passionate about tree bark. Who cares about perfection if the thing being perfected is nothing of interest?

This isn’t to suggest that the LS430 drives like a Toyota Camry or a Buick Lesabre. It’s actually quite sophisticated.

In front of the well-appointed cabin is a 4.3L Toyota 3UZ-FE V8 sending 290 horsepower and 320 lb-ft of torque to the rear wheels. From what little of it I can hear, it’s a sonorous engine with amazing potential. The engineers have unfortunately chosen to silence this gem of a motor, keeping it out of sight and out of mind based on the belief that Lexus owners will take offense to the “crude” noises of air intake and exhaust rumbling. I suppose that’s true, and it’s a bit sad because aside from the finely crafted interior, that V8 engine is most impressive part of the car. It deserves to be heard.

The steering system offers a reasonable level of surface feedback although the wheel itself is the size of a screen door — you feel like a midget driving a school bus. Parking maneuvers are feather light while highway cruising is well-centered and accurate. Unfortunately, it feels numb and artificial while turning and taking curves, like the system is filled with molasses rather than hydraulic fluid.

A sport mode button tightens the steering and firms the suspension quite noticeably, and when I drove the LS430 I kept it enabled. Turning it off resulted in less precise steering and a somewhat mushy ride.

The six-speed automatic transmission was tolerable, a step above the clunky 5-speed in the LS400 but far from the responsive, silky perfection of GM’s 4-speed 4T80E in the Seville and Deville. With the Power switch enabled, shifts were less reluctant on kickdown and it felt more eager to change gears, but it still felt unnatural and hesitant. This land yacht had no interest in being hammered like a speed boat.

That said, speed is no problem. The LS430 soars to 60 in 6.5 seconds and finishes the quarter mile in under 15 seconds, competitive for any 4000lb luxury car. If you’re willing to put your foot down and put up with the slightly reluctant shifts, the LS430 will go head to head with the Cadillac Deville DTS, although the Mercedes E500 and BMW 545i can reach 60 in under 6 seconds. The LS430 would prefer to lope along at 70mph in the middle lane, cosseting its passengers in heat and soothing vibration. Lexus owners are unlikely to engage in stoplight races.

Where the LS430 shines, its ace in the hole, is ride comfort. The electronically damped air suspension neutralizes surface imperfections, turning annoying bumps and highway expansion joints in to distant, muted whispers. The body remains steady and linear over undulations, never feeling unsettled or queasy, nor is it squishy and mushy like the Lincoln Town Car (a review of that coming soon).

Credit also goes to the Michelin Primacy tires, grippy and sublimely quiet while offering adequately stiff sidewalls for spirited daily driving.

Whether that stable, neutral ride translates into lively cornering is another matter, one that’s somewhat irrelevant when talking about this kind of vehicle. The LS430 is no sport sedan, nor does it intend to be. It is, however, powerful and quick, not to mention superbly quiet with little wind or road noise. Refinement is everything to the Lexus brand, and the LS430 is a strong example of what Toyota could achieve in 2004. Unfortunately, excessive refinement has a tendency to dial out the fun.

The old LS400 was a more satisfying driver’s car.

CONCLUSION

The LS430 is an outstanding piece of Japanese precision, but accuracy doesn’t translate into enjoyment. Most drivers will interpret its numb, muted tendencies as peaceful and serene, a Japanese zen garden on four wheels, a place to neutralize stress and calmly transition from work to home. Passengers will be impressed by its array of comfort features and, in turn, may be impressed with the owner.

As a luxury object the LS430 excels, achieving levels of refinement never before seen in a global mass market automobile, but it lacks in interactive enjoyment and visceral pleasure.

My recommendation is to buy a black one, tint the windows, and hire a driver.


Fast Tube by Casper

RATINGS

Drivetrain: Rear-wheel drive, 4.3L 3UZ-FE V8, 290 hp, 320 lb-ft torque, 6-speed automatic
Economy: 16/23 mpg (achieved 26.5 on a road trip)
2011 Purchase Price: $21000 with 70,000 miles
Curb Weight: 3995 lbs
Problems: None.
Positives: Smooth, neutral ride. More luxury and comfort options than you’ll ever need.
Services: None needed.

Ride: 10/10 — No floating, wobbling, or mushing about. The LS430 turns the road surface into a sheet of glass.

Powertrain: 8/10 — A silky, robust V8 engine paired to a lazy transmission. 26.5 mpg is an impressive feat, so it scores a point for that.

Braking: 7.5/10 — Stops on a dime, but brakes are touchy and difficult to modulate. It’s too easy to jerk the car around with slight movements of the brake pedal.

Steering/Handling: 6.9/10 — It’s a big car and it feels like it. Steering offers sufficient road surface feel but seems numb in handling maneuvers. Body roll is ample.

Audio/Accessories: 9.9/10 — A plethora of features for the driver and passenger. More luxury than a first-class flight. The Mark Levinson system is competent but it pales in comparison to the stunning Nakamichi system that came with the LS400.

Interior: 10/10 — Plush, soft, and attractive. The layout is nothing interesting but the panels, switches, and surfaces are nice to touch. Infiniti has adopted the burnt-edge wood trim look in its current models.

Comfort: 8.7/10 — I wish the seat bottoms were spring-supported like the LS400 — they reduced long distance fatigue. The cabin seems a little bit narrow compared to the Town Car and Deville. You can’t sprawl out like you can in a Lincoln. Heated, cooled, and vibrating/massaging seats make up for those shortcomings, but you have to get the Ultra Luxury package to enjoy those features.

Styling: 4/10 — It doesn’t look ritzy, and that may be preferred for the typical low-key Lexus owner. If you’re the rebel dictator of an African nation, buy a fleet of these in black and stick some Toyota badges on them. You’ll blend in with traffic and avoid assassination attempts.

Quality/Reliability: 10/10 — It’s a Lexus, and it’s the best Lexus ever made, if you’re into that.

Overall: 9/10 — The right buyer will adore this car for its value, comfort, refinement, and prestige. I am indifferent to its joyless demeanor.

The Problem With Refinement

Are modern automobiles too perfect, too refined?

I just drove two cars back to back, a 2001 BMW 330Ci convertible and my 1991 Saab 900 Turbo convertible. They’re ten years apart, but the Saab’s engineering and design date back to the 1970s while the BMW, conceived in the 90s, still feels like a thoroughly modern, highly refined, present-day car.

I had a 2004 BMW 325 Ci back in 2008 and at the time, I was convinced that aside from its lack of power, topless motoring couldn’t be much better than that. I looked forward to my 45-minute daily commutes and whether it was snowing or 100F and humid outside, I had the top open and windows down.

The car was t-boned in 2008 when an old woman in a Kia Rondo ran a red light, plowing into my door and doing a bit of minor damage to my left knee.

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Considering how quickly she was moving, the little BMW did a truly outstanding job of keeping my body secured, blocking cabin intrusion and setting off the appropriate side air bags and roll bars. I walked away from that accident with a grin on my face, still shaking a bit, but physically unharmed aside from the left knee (which was resting on the door) and some muscle soreness.

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In my old Saab, I’d probably have a broken hip, broken ribs, and broken leg. I guarantee, I would have been carried away on a stretcher. That isn’t a knock on Saab’s well-reputed, ahead-of-its-time safety engineering, rather, it’s the passing of fourteen years separating the level of advancement between the two cars.

Fast forward three years.
A friend of mine headed down to Florida last week to conduct some business and on the way home, he stopped at a dealer in Tennessee to trade his 2004 Lincoln Town Car, heading home in a 2001 BMW 330 Ci. The two cars couldn’t be more different, one a very traditional American cruiser and the other a sporty convertible from Germany.

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After he arrived in St Louis, I took his newly-acquired BMW for a spin, focusing on curvy 35-45mph roads, trying to relive the magic of the ’04 325 that was totaled years ago.

Something was missing.

Was it dramatically different from my 325? No, and in every measurable way it was significantly better. The 325 took an eternity to reach highway cruising speeds while the 330 soars to 60 in a hair over 6 seconds. The exhaust note is racier, creating a sound that’s both throaty and sophisticated without being annoying. The interior is as well made as I remembered, in the exact same shade of gray as my 325 with that rich, intoxicating BMW smell, deep wood trim, and soft surfaces everywhere. With the smaller wheels and tires, it rides surprisingly well (my 325 was a bit coarse over rough pavement with 18” sport wheels).

On paper, the 2001 330i is a vastly superior car to the 2004 325i that I so fondly remembered. Yet, it didn’t stir my emotions in the way I hoped or expected it to.

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It’s not you, little BMW, it’s me.

This isn’t the car’s fault. Everything about the E46 chassis is the epitome of what a BMW should be — rigidity, refinement, balance, comfort, and poise. Without going into a full-fledged review (I’ll do that later), the 330 Ci is a 10/10 on all measurable and explicable points.

What has changed, however, is me. As time goes on, as I drive and experience more automobiles from all over the world, my tastes become more specific and in some ways more bizarre. You know those guys who pour $120,000 into restoring Jaguar E-types? They do it not because they’re interested in turning a profit (they never do), they do it because they’re pursuing a specific look, feel, and character that they can’t find anywhere else. They do it for the love of motoring, for the pleasure of the senses.

To a lesser extent, I’ve become one of them, pouring $10,000 into the restoration of my Saab, a badly abused and pretty sad looking 21 year old car that I paid $900 for. But the Saab makes noises, shakes, buzzes, and talks to me. At every turn, with every touch of the throttle it’s communicating, telling me about the road surface, the engine, or warning me — “Oh god, this understeer is going to kill us” or “Whatever that smell is, you should probably fix it before we catch fire.” That madness is part of the charm, which is exactly what a crazy person would say.

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I’m not stuck in time or excessively snobby (though I am quite particular) — I can experience joy behind the wheel of a 30 year old pickup or a Ford Econoline, but as new cars hit the market, they feel too similar. All that refinement leads to the loss of steering feedback, neutralization of tire noise, and dullness of little vibrations that normally exude character and anthropomorphize a machine. That passionate pursuit of perfection that Lexus likes to brag about comes with soul-sucking consequences.

The BMW 330Ci isn’t at all overly refined, but it is at times too serious, too sure of itself and too darn perfect. My clunky old Saab, once you take the romance out of it, once you disconnect it from the novelty of Swedish culture, is a sluggish bucket of bolts with enough emergency parts and tools in the trunk to make a killing at a swap meet. The Saab is cheerful, like lemonade, Jolly Ranchers, and puppies on four wheels. The BMW, on the other hand, punches babies in the face when its had too much to drink. The 330 is an all around outstanding car, plenty comfortable for routine motoring and interesting enough to add spice to daily commutes. But I may have fallen out of love with it, and it is by no means the car’s fault.

A good convertible exposes you to the road, the mechanical actions of the powertrain, and the outside environment. The lack of insulation and refinement, rather than detracting from the experience, contribute genuine character and make going slow a thing of pleasure. Call it “going slow, fast.”

Other cars do this too. The Mazda 3 and Mazda Miata have steering that could be described as “chatty,” constantly updating the driver through his hands about the status of the road.

Among luxury cars, the E39 BMW 528i, with its rack and pinion steering and balanced chassis, is one of the best-driving sedans of all time, if not the fastest or most spacious. The current 5-series, by comparison, delivers Lexus levels of refinement but has been criticized by the press as being less BMW and more Mercedes, emphasizing comfort and quiet over motoring pleasure.

The Cadillac CTS-V, in its first generation, was a semi-luxury muscle car that was rough around the edges, a genuine driver’s car with realistic room for five and the heart of a lion. The second-generation V, which arrived in 2009, is faster and more sophisticated but a bit dull to the touch, like a musical recording on a sound system that offers more bass but noticeably reduced treble. You need treble to enjoy music. You need treble and sizzle to enjoy cars.

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Soon, I will be posting a review of a 2004 Lexus LS430 that I spent three days in, which by any reasonable measure may be the world’s most impressive mass-produced luxury car. Despite being thoroughly impressed, I have no affection for it. It’s far too clinical, bordering on sterile, though I’d still recommend it to anyone for its comfort, quality, and dependability.

My point, the purpose behind this long-winded discourse, is that sometimes perfection is a fault. Refinement isn’t all that it’s cracked up to be. Like women, I appreciate little flaws, quirks, and idiosyncrasies, someone with a story to tell. As much as I adore polished characters like June Cleaver, I’d be bored of her within a week. Likewise, I’ve never been excited by Toyota Camrys.

I realize I fall far outside the norm and understand that 80% of the auto buying public are sensible, reasonable, and practical comfort seekers who have greater concerns and interests than their mode of land transportation. But I don’t write for them and this isn’t Consumer Reports. I didn’t sit here putting this article together for the boring fatties that subscribe to CR.


Fast Tube by Casper

Forget perfection. To hell with refinement and quality surveys. Find a car that makes you smile. Drive the shit out of it.

Weekly Wrap-Up – 23 October 2011

wpid-arrowup-2011-10-23-19-29.gif North Korea – The 105-story Ryugyong Hotel in Pyongyang, North Korea’s capital, is expected to open in April of 2012 thanks to Egyptian investment. The hideous megastructure began construction in 1987 and ceased in 1993, left to rot away as an empty concrete carcass. Travel restrictions for Americans have been relaxed.

wpid-arrowdown-2011-10-23-19-29.gif Chevrolet – Despite much criticism, the “Chevy Runs Deep” slogan is here to stay, according to GM. The campaign focuses too heavily on Chevrolet’s heritage and too little on engineering, design, and innovation. It is, at least, an improvement over the irony of “We’ll Be There” which predated the company’s bankruptcy by only nine years or “An American Revolution” which featured Korean-built cars like the Chevy Aveo.

wpid-arrowdown-2011-10-23-19-291.gif Saab – Two Chinese automakers pledged support but the funding has been caught in red tape. Youngman and Pangda upped the ante this week by offering to buy a majority stake in the company, giving them access to intellectual property which would increase the likelihood of receiving approval from Chinese regulators, but the offer was rejected by Saab.

wpid-arrowup-2011-10-23-19-291.gif Saab – A North American private equity firm has offered $70 million for shares of the comapny, 60 million of which would be in the form of a loan.

wpid-arrowup-2011-10-23-19-292.gif GM, Tesla, Nissan – “Revenge of the Electric Car,” a documentary by Chris Paine, covers the development of the Chevy Volt and touches on Tesla and Nissan’s Leaf. Paine was also behind 2006’s “Who Killed the Electric Car,” which was 98% bullshit.

Chrysler, UAW – The two are closer to approving a labor contract that would increase the wages of new (2007+) workers by $4 an hour. Union members, with apparently short memories, are annoyed that they haven’t been able to win back pre-bankruptcy concessions.

Summary:
Saab is dead. It just isn’t official yet.

BMWs and Exploding Batteries

Source:
http://www.e90post.com/forums/showthread.php?t=468750

Is it German engineering gone wrong, or user error?

E90, E91, E92, and E93 are BMW’s designations for the 2006-2012 3-series sedan, wagon, coupe, and convertible. You’ve seen them around, reasonably affordable entry-executive cars driven by up and coming young professionals blasting dubstep and weaving through traffic under the influence of 10 shots of Jager.

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I kid, of course. I’ve owned a couple BMWs myself and adored them. I’m actually quite fond of the brand including the current E9x and most of its predecessors, but I’m not so keen on the pointless X6, the finicky 7-series, the hideously ugly 5-series GT, or any of BMW’s other directionless wanderings.

A baffling engineering choice on the E9x (and several other models) turns the simple task of battery replacement into an expensive ordeal requiring a dealer visit. To replace a battery, an OEM-matching unit (correct amperage, lead acid/wet vs AGM, etc) must be installed at a cost of up to $500 including labor. Additionally, the dealer or shop has to use a BMW-specific diagnostic tool to inform the vehicle of the type and condition of the battery installed.

Failing to do so could result in battery leakage or explosion.

Did you read that? Allow me to repeat it.

Failing to do so could result in battery leakage or explosion.

Nuts, right? Having owned a wide variety of luxury cars from around much of the world, I understand and accept high maintenance costs. Precision engineering occasionally comes with the burden of more expensive fluids, higher quality parts, more specific service intervals, and more care on the part of the owner.

Believe me, I get it. You can’t buy a high-end vehicle, neglect it like a Toyota pickup truck, and expect the mess of hardware and software to function properly. To enjoy greater performance and luxury, the machine requires a bit of pampering.

None of this battery registering and programming nonsense, however, is at all necessary, and the end result is money out of the pocket of the owner and compromised safety and dependability.

No longer, in modern BMWs, is the voltage regulator in “charge,” (pun intended) of regulating the generator and current. By putting this control in the hands of the computer, the car can in theory determine the charging level needed for the age and condition of the battery while also factoring in operating and ambient temperatures. The alternator’s charging level can be cycled with software, resulting in a fuel savings of possibly a tenth of a mile per gallon. It will also allow a new battery, under the stresses of BMW’s modern equipment and luxury accessories, to enjoy a normal service life and offer more reliable starting in cold weather.

Now consider, based on 15,000 miles of annual driving, how much fuel would be saved in a year.
Say your BMW 335i averaged 21mpg in mixed driving with premium fuel at a cost of $3.30/gallon. At 15,000 miles, your total annual fuel cost would be $2357.14.

By increasing that average fuel economy by a tenth to 21.1 mpg, you will spend $2345.97 per year on fuel. This is a total savings of $11.17. That’s right, ELEVEN DOLLARS SAVED PER YEAR. If you want to be generous, assume the car is good for thirty years, fuel prices remain stable, and you choose to own it for 450,000 miles. That’s a savings of $335.10 over three decades.

$335 saved sounds like a nice deal… for the extremely rare person who drives the same car for half a million miles and three decades. Most cars are wrecked or scrapped before reaching 200,000 mi.

Now consider the cost of the battery every five years. A battery in a luxury car can cost anywhere from $100-$250. Being generous, assume that without BMW’s “clever” engineering, a battery would cost $250 every five years. That’s six batteries over thirty years of driving which amounts to an added expense of $1500 over the life of the car.

This doesn’t include cost and inconvenience of having to tow your car to the dealer. AAA can’t pull up to your doorstep with a battery and pop it in since they lack the tools to program the vehicle’s computer, nor can you do it yourself, so unless you pony up for an unlimited towing plan, expect to pay a per-mile price to get your car to a qualified BMW mechanic.

The most important question, since you’re reading this particular blog, is how does this technology contribute to motoring enjoyment? How does it enhance one’s affection for, pleasure of, and desire to continue owning such a car?

In three words: it does not.

BMW technicians and fanatics insist that if you had read through the owners manuals, you would have known about the requirement to have the battery programmed, therefore making it YOUR fault for enduring a battery that leaks or explodes.

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This is the pile of documentation that comes with new BMWs. Am I supposed to read all of it before getting on with the act of motoring? Is this really mandatory? Would it still be necessary if BMW reigned in its engineers and exercised some practical discipline?

Specific octane requirements are understandable. Specific motor and gear oil viscosities are understandable. But for at least half a century of motoring, batteries have been batteries, so the expectation of owners is that, like gasoline, most batteries will suffice as long as they have sufficient cranking amps and come in a compatible shape and size. It would seem wise then for BMW to place a gigantic warning label, printed in an obnoxious primary color, right next to where the battery is installed, especially if this has the potential to cause injury or fire.

Or, since the car is so gosh darned “smart,” it could perhaps play a warning chime and put an error message IN ALL CAPITAL LETTERS on the gauge cluster that says “HEY! I SEE YOU’VE INSTALLED A BATTERY OR MESSED WITH THE ELECTRICAL SYSTEM. VISIT YOUR DEALER TO PROGRAM THE BATTERY OR ELSE IT MAY EXPLODE.”

BMW isn’t the only luxury brand guilty of unnecessarily complicating automobiles. Some late model Audis require battery registration, and Mercedes-Benz has for the past decade been using two batteries in its increasingly complicated high-end sedans. The question of whether this is necessary is entirely valid, especially if Lexus, Infiniti, and others manage to get by with more traditional charging systems in vehicles with equally high levels of standard equipment.

So, what about the generally valid defense that expensive cars will require expensive service?

Are we to conclude that a BMW 328i, which starts at $34,000, is an expensive car in 2011? Really? Should I be expected to pay double for something as simple as a battery on a car that costs about the same as a Buick Enclave or Toyota Avalon? Really?

The 3-series is an entry-executive car, and among its owners are entry-executive level incomes. In Britain, the 3-series has outsold the Ford Mondeo, a standard front-drive family car. This isn’t a Mercedes S-class, E-class, Rolls Royce, or even a BMW 5- or 7-series. It’s higher-end transportation for the aspirational middle class. It’s sporty, its beautiful, and its even a bit luxurious, but it’s a far cry from “high end” if we look at the luxury car market in its entirety.

A point for BMW to consider is that when these E9x 3-series BMWs become decade-old used cars, they will appear as trade-ins at Chevy dealers or as auction purchases at “Bob and Dan’s Luxury Imports Behind The Concrete Factory.” None of those dealers will be aware of how delicate the charging system is, and the cars will, as a result, develop reputations for being less dependable than they actually are. Word of mouth spreads quickly, which is why many older BMWs and most Lexuses have high resale values — servicing is simple and long term ownership is a generally flawless experience. Likewise, the opposite could happen to the E9x, earning a reputation as a complicated, fussy car.

Now, in reference to the thread that was linked at the top of this article, the battery itself, fortunately, did not explode. A pyrotechnic safety mechanism caused the terminal connector to explode as designed and disabled the electrical system, protecting the battery itself from catastrophic, acid-spewing failure. Unfortunately, this left the vehicle stranded on a 50mph road with little room to pull over. So, if the fire risk was mitigated, what about the more frightening possibility of being plowed over by a semi truck full of propane?

This is not joyful motoring. This is Germany getting even for losing the war.

Got two grand? You can afford a luxury car.

In September I drove and reviewed a $2000 Geo Prizm, calling it an ideal choice for the recently unemployed. The jellybean Geo is efficient, faultlessly dependable, and cheap to maintain, but it serves as a constant reminder of economic hardship, questionable life choices, and uncomfortable compromises.

There has to be, for the same kind of money, a more comfortable, more expressive, and equally dependable way to travel.

You could, with a couple grand, indulge in European luxury, perhaps an early 90s BMW 5-series, Audi V8, or a Mercedes W124, but any of those will come with a quarter million miles and repair bills with more zeroes than the national debt. The Japanese have a few options, but resale value is prohibitively high.

I may have found two strong contenders, both American, both under $2000.

During my multistate tour of the south last week, I stopped in Georgia to visit my friend Austin and sample two of his cars, a $1200 1993 Lincoln Town Car and a $1800 1992 Buick Roadmaster.

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We’ll start with the Buick. Of the 1990s GM B/D-platform cars, including the Caprice, Impala SS, Olds Custom Cruiser, Cadillac Fleetwood, and Buick Roadmaster, the Buick had the most impressive name, by far. The Roadmaster badge dates back to 1936, named after the car’s ability to “level out” on the highway, a testament to its smooth and civilized nature. The name returned for 1991 on the last of GM’s traditional, full size, body on frame sedans and departed along with its platform mates in 1996.

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I’ve never cared for the Roadmaster’s looks, with fender skirts that seem a bit tacky and a nose inspired by a bulldog’s underbite. The styling does, however, give the car its own unique character. The more agreeable looking Chevy Caprice, once a staple of police and taxi fleets, has lost its visual distinction with the passing of time, though the wagon retains its charm. The larger Cadillac Fleetwood Brougham, though luxurious and imposing, can be a bit ungainly from some angles. The Buick’s wheelbase, six inches shorter than the Fleetwood at 115.9 inches, makes the Roadmaster significantly easier to park than the Fleetwood.

Roadmasters were offered with most features available in the Cadillac Fleetwood including leather, power windows, power seats, a semi-premium sound system, keyless entry, and automatic climate controls. There was no GPS navigation, parking sensors, or satellite radio back then, so the American auto industry’s concept of luxury was heavily oriented around size and comfort, at which the Buick excels. Roadmaster also receives a simulated wood dash that stretches across from door to door, giving the Buick’s interior a warmer feel than the Cadillac.

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“Dynaride” is Buick’s branding for its cushy ride and suspension. There are no electronically controlled dampers, sonar sensors, or magnetic fluids, a good thing for someone seeking low-maintenance $2000 transportation. Despite being tuned for softness, it glides around corners with ease, leaning heavily into curves and recovering predictably.

[Buick did offer a Grand Touring suspension on some of its cars with firmer springs and additional stabilizer bars.]

Gliding down the highway there’s plenty of float, but I enjoy that sort of thing in an old American cruiser. It gives you a sense of value, that you bought a much larger car than you paid for. There are no pretenses of European luxury or Japanese precision — the portly Roadmaster is proud of its heritage and determined in its pleasingly unsophisticated, comfort-seeking purpose. I can certainly respect that.

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Buicks had the option of a Concert Sound audio system. It was a far, far cry from the Bose, Nakamichi, and Harman Kardon audio systems available in other luxury cars, but it sounded marginally better than the factory Delco radio. With only six speakers and modest amplification, the Concert Sound II audio package didn’t add a whole lot to the enjoyment of the car. Austin’s Roadmaster is equipped with a standard GM Delco tape deck which is perfectly adequate. If you buy a Roadmaster, add a subwoofer and amp and call it a day.

Engine output for this generation, with GM’s small-block L05 180hp V8, looks quite unimpressive on paper, but it can pull tree stumps out of the earth with 300 lb-ft of torque, pushing this 4000lb monster off the line with ease. It cruises on up to 40mph effortlessly, laboring a bit from 50 to 60, taking a hair over 9 seconds to reach 60mph. That’s perfectly reasonable for a car of its stature and heft, and thanks to its easy takeoffs, it feels adequately quick.

[In 1994, an LT1 V8 arrived with 260hp and an electronically controlled automatic transmission.]

You can expect highway fuel economy in the mid-20s on regular unleaded.

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This $1800 American super cruiser feels inside and out like a much more expensive car. Buick’s build quality, as always, is exceptional. Nothing squeaked, shook, or rattled when I drove it and the steering and suspension felt fairly tight. It certainly helps that this car spent all of its existence in Georgia where rust is rarely seen and roads are generally well maintained.

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I’ve never previously cared for the odd looking Roadmaster, preferring the Chevrolet Caprice/Impala SS and Cadillac Fleetwood Brougham, but after driving it and coming to understand its purpose and personality, I’m now open to owning one.

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Because of its lower demand, you can usually find a Roadmaster in excellent condition, like this one, for a very low price. They were seldom used in livery fleets or in government service, typically owned by older people who tended to take care of them. If you can find an example that’s been babied by an octogenarian, buy it.

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I forgot to mention braking. Eventually, after pressing the brake pedal, the car will stop.

BONUS: With the optional towing package, you won’t need a truck or SUV. The body-on-frame Roadmaster is capable of pulling 5000 lbs.

1992 Buick Roadmaster
Current Mileage: 143,000 miles
Drivetrain: Rear-wheel drive, L05 5.7L V8, 180 hp, 300 lb-ft, 700R4 4-speed automatic
Economy: 15/23 mpg
Curb Weight: 4211 lbs
2010 Purchase Price: $1800 w/134k
Problems: None.
Positives: Air conditioning and all power accessories work. Came with a set of Wald wheels as well as factory wire wheels. Clean interior with surprisingly plush velour seating.
Services: Brake pads and rotors serviced, window tint removed.

Ride: 8.5/10 — A bit of float, though I like and prefer that sort of thing.
Powertrain: 9.5/10 — A robust engine. Durable “analog” transmission keeps servicing costs low.
Braking: 5.5/10
Steering/Handling: 6/10
Audio/Accessories: 7.8/10 — Nice buttons and switches.
Interior: 8.5/10 — Plush. With beige leather, it looks fairly expensive.
Comfort: 9/10
Styling: 6/10
Quality/Reliability: 10/10
Overall: 8.8/10

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The 1993 Lincoln Town Car, if you can imagine, is a significantly different car. Austin handed me the keys and I climbed in, immediately noticing the more modern buttons, controls, and steering wheel. The only signs of age were the square-pod digital gauges that looked like they came from the early 1980s and the crisply rectangular dashboard. The digital climate controls, steering wheel buttons, switches, and radio looked like they could have been plucked of a late-90s car, and Ford-Lincoln-Mercury did in fact use these controls through the latter half of the decade.

You know what a Town Car is — it’s the Ford Panther platform shared with the Ford Crown Victoria and Mercury Grand Marquis, a traditional body-on-frame design that spanned three decades of production. Over the years, the steering, engine output, and suspension were improved, quietly tiptoeing into the modern era.

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The buttons on the climate controls were broken but functional, a common problem on 90s Lincolns. You can replace the control unit with a newer one that uses larger, more durable buttons.

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The Lincoln’s air bag steering wheel looks a bit sharper than the dowdy “bread loaf” in the Roadmaster, with four spokes instead of two and squared-off styling to unsuccessfully mask the presence of an air bag.

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The fake stitching on the doors and dashboard look pretty convincing.

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The Lincoln’s seatbacks seemed lower but felt more supportive. Even though it was a flat bench, I felt more secure around corners and more deeply cosseted. The whole car felt a bit narrower, however, and this was noticeable when parking and backing out. On paper, the Town Car is only half of an inch narrower, but it feels like more.

Rear leg room was smaller by more than two inches, but considering how massive the Roadmaster is, the Town Car felt “right sized” to me, tidy enough to sprint around town and large enough to cruise the interstates with confidence.

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While I enjoyed the Town Car’s digital instrumentation, I preferred the calm look of the Roadmaster’s analog needles. In later years, the Town Car combined an analog speedometer with a digital information center, an ideal balance of gadgetry and readability.

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Although the dampers were long past their expiration date, this Town Car felt steadier and tracked down the road more accurately than the Roadmaster. Steering was slightly more precise, though there was plenty of on-center mush, and there were fewer uncontrolled body motions. While the Roadmaster floats, the Town Car glides, offering a more neutral, steadier ride.

Acceleration is respectable. Due to its smaller size and lower weight compared to the Buick, it sprinted to 60 in just over eight seconds, about a second faster than the L05 Roadmaster. [The 1994-1996 LT1 Roadmaster, however, can do it in just over 7 seconds.] Expect highway fuel economy in the mid 20s.

Reliability is a strong point as evidenced by the Town Car’s popularity in limousine service, but early 90s examples like this one occasionally suffer from valve seal failure. You can leave it as is with no consequence other than a puff of smoke at startup, otherwise expect to spend $700.

In all, the Town Car feels like a more modern form of transportation. If that’s your imperative, then consider this as well as the Lexus LS400. Unfortunately, it lacks the Buick Roadmaster’s fat, indulgent, pleasingly excessive qualities, characteristics that define a classic American cruiser.

1993 Lincoln Town Car
Current Mileage: 176,000 miles
Drivetrain: Rear-wheel drive, 4.6L SOHC V8, 190hp, 265 lb-ft torque, 4-speed automatic
Economy: 16/24 mpg
2011 Purchase Price: $1200 w/174k
Curb Weight: 4040 lbs
Problems: Sagging driver’s door, valve seals lightly worn, dampers worn.
Positives: Air conditioning and all power accessories work. Very smooth, neutral ride.
Services: None needed.

Ride: 9/10 — Steady and neutral ride.
Powertrain: 7/10
Braking: 6.5/10
Steering/Handling: 6.4/10 — Feels a bit lighter around corners.
Audio/Accessories: 7/10
Interior: 7/10 — Doesn’t feel as luxurious as the Buick.
Comfort: 8/10 — Noticeably more wind noise.
Styling: 7/10 — An inoffensive rectangle.
Quality/Reliability: 7.8/10
Overall: 7.5/10

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I prefer the Buick. The Roadmaster’s powertrain is a bit more robust thanks to GM’s legendary small-block V8 and Hydramatic transmission. The Buick will likely have fewer electrical or mechanical issues and offer slightly better body integrity, owing to the brand’s legendary build quality. While the Town Car feels more modern, the Buick feels more expensive with more lustrous paint, additional sound insulation, and higher quality upholstery.

Although it may be easier to find a cheap Town Car, it could have been used as a taxi or limo. Livery service promises fresh fluids and routine maintenance, but the interiors of ex-taxis tend to smell like cheap hotel rooms. Buicks, however, are almost always privately owned, carefully maintained, and unjustifiably cheap to buy. Hold out for a clean Roadmaster and keep it for life.

Alternatives:
93-96 Cadillac Fleetwood Brougham
Oldsmobile Custom Cruiser
Buick Roadmaster Wagon
Lexus LS400
4.9L Cadillac Deville
94-97 Chrysler LHS / New Yorker
Ford Crown Victoria / Mercury Grand Marquis

REMEMBER: Use jack stands! (Warning: Bloody, unpleasant photos.)

How it happened:

“Completely my fault, jack slipped, crushed my hand between it and the cross member; nothing broken. What else can I say, always use something as backup.”

He lucked out with only a hand injury, but the pain looks unbearable.

The pictures below may make you queasy:

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Original story:
http://www.rs25.com/forums/f4/t167030-use-jack-stands-warning-bloody-penetration-x-ray-added.html

You can find a pair of stands at Harbor Freight or Autozone for $40-$100.


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World’s Ugliest Hotel Opening In North Korea

The 105-story Ryugyong Hotel in Pyongyang, North Korea’s capital, is expected to open in April of 2012 thanks to Egyptian investment. The hideous megastructure began construction in 1987 and ceased in 1993, left to rot away as an empty concrete carcass. Apparently, North Korea ran out of funds (and presumably natural resources) for construction — no surprise as capital resources tend to be scarce in communist societies.

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In 2008, the hotel was refurbished by adding superficial glass sheets to simulate the appearance of a completed structure.

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The building remained completely empty inside for three years. The intended finished project looks like something from Dubai:

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So, who will be staying at the Hotel of Doom? Anyone but South Koreans. Americans are permitted to travel to North Korea during limited windows of time throughout the year. No direct flights from the US to North Korea are available, so one must travel to China and then fly to Pyongyang.

Travelers are greeted by security personnel and escorted on every leg of the journey. Opportunities for photos are limited. Interactions with regular people are tightly controlled.

A company based in Illinois offers North Korean travel packages for $1700-$3500 depending on the size of the group which includes four to seven nights of lodging, food, guided tours, and air/rail fare. You can visit museums, see a musical performance, and go on scenic hikes. American visitors are not permitted to take the train.

All hotels in Pyongyang, for whatever reason, offer karaoke as one of their amenities, but only a few offer hot water 24 hours a day.

Depending on the travel package you choose, you’ll get to see one of these creepy yet impressive homages to Kim Jong Il:


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For anyone wanting to see a surviving relic of the Cold War, this is it.

BONUS: Here’s a three part documentary from 2008 of a group of Americans that traveled to North Korea.

Weekly Wrap-Up – 16 October 2011

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wpid-arrowup-2011-10-16-09-232.gif Chrysler GroupAll-new ZF-sourced 8-speed automatic transmissions have arrived, and not a moment too soon. In the Chrysler 300 V6 sedan, the new transmission brings 0-60 times down from 7.3 seconds to 6.6. Highway fuel economy increases from 25mpg to 31mpg, quite impressive for a 4162lb monster on wheels. The new 300 was already an excellent vehicle; the new transmission makes its relatively cheap $33,000 sticker price an even better bargain.

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wpid-arrowup-2011-10-16-09-233.gif BMW – The new 3-series is here with a coupe and convertible arriving in late 2012 for 2013. The interior is nicer, the tail lights no longer look like slices of canned pineapple, and the headlights are narrower and more aggressive. It also manages to weigh 88lbs less than its predecessor. It will, expectedly, continue to be a global top seller.

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Summary: Unions struggle for relevance in an increasingly global market.

Citizens Get Even With Government… Armed With Bulldozers

You may remember this incident from 2004.

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Marvin John Heemeyer (October 28, 1951 – June 4, 2004) was a welder and an automobile muffler repair shop owner. Outraged over the outcome of a zoning dispute, he armored a Komatsu D355A bulldozer with layers of steel and concrete and used it on June 4, 2004, to demolish the town hall, a former judge’s home, and other buildings in Granby, Colorado. The rampage ended when the bulldozer became stuck. After a standoff with law enforcement agencies, Heemeyer killed himself with a handgun.

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“Mad Marvin” took to the streets of Grand Lake, Colorado in a reinforced bulldozer after a zoning dispute with the city. He blamed a newly built concrete plant for causing the failure of his muffler business, earning him the nickname “Muffler Marvin.”

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He spent a year and a half in his shed reinforcing a Komatsu D355A bulldozer, installing several layers of steel sheets on top of foot-thick concrete.

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Food and water was found inside the sealed cabin along with video cameras and monitors to aid visibility. Air conditioning was installed and compressed air kept dust off the camera lenses. Three inch thick bulletproof glass protected the camera lenses from gunfire, and a makeshift crane was used to lower the armor on to the bulldozer and seal the interior permanently, suggesting that he had no intention of getting out.

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Despite hundreds of rounds of ammunition and three explosions, the bulldozer marched on, effortlessly crushing cars and structures. The National Guard was on standby under the orders of Colorado Governor Bill Owens.

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“God built me for this job,” Heemeyer said in the first recording made on April 13, 2004. He even said it was God’s plan that he not be married or have family so that he could be in a position to carry out such an attack. “I think God will bless me to get the machine done, to drive it, to do the stuff that I have to do” he said. “God blessed me in advance for the task that I am about to undertake. It is my duty. God has asked me to do this. It’s a cross that I am going to carry and I’m carrying it in God’s name,” he said.

Heemeyer’s actions were apparently a political statement. In the audio tapes, he states “Because of your anger, because of your malice, because of your hate, you would not work with me. I am going to sacrifice my life, my miserable future that you gave me, to show you that what you did is wrong”.

Investigators later found Heemeyer’s handwritten list of targets. It was not just a list of buildings and businesses, police say. His list also contained the names of at least 10 individuals and a local Catholic Church.
(Source)

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He managed to destroy the local newspaper office which published editorials against him, the concrete plant that blocked access to his shop, a former mayor’s home, the home of a former judge’s widow, a library, and a hardware store owned by a man he named in a lawsuit, a total of 13 buildings.

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After the 200-ton bulldozer partially fell into the hardware store’s basement, the Komatsu’s hydraulics and cooling system subsequently failed, gushing fluids below. A gunshot from inside the cabin was heard, and his body was discovered after 12 hours of cutting into the armor with a torch. Though he intended to kill dozens, firing at law enforcement and plowing over homes and offices, the only person who died as a result of his tirade was Mad Marvin himself.

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Soon after the rampage, the Grand County District Court seized and destroyed the bulldozer. Pieces were distributed to various scrapyards to prevent them from being kept as souvenirs.

Kirkwood, Missouri endured a similar outburst by an angry citizen in the summer of 2008. I remember it well — it was a hot but pleasant day, somewhat humid but not unbearable. I was finishing up some work in my office in Kirkwood and headed down Lindbergh Blvd to find something to eat. Fire trucks, police, and ambulances swarmed the town center and yellow police tape blocked all traffic. I had no idea what was going on, so I turned around and went home.


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I discovered later that evening that Cookie Thornton, a construction contractor and Kirkwood/Meacham Park resident, opened fire on the city council and mayor after several disputes over code violations. He was cited for running an unlicensed business from his home, parking construction vehicles in his neighborhood, failing to dispose of garbage, and numerous other violations, totaling 79 tickets from 1996-2008.

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Some have accused Kirkwood, an idyllic “Leave It To Beaver” suburb of St Louis, of harassing Thornton. Letters to the St Louis Post-Dispatch and calls to local radio programs suggested that perhaps Cookie Thornton was a local business owner who was pushed to the brink. A KSDK investigation revealed that the city did initially ramp up its citations but eventually backed off when compliance was not achieved.

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The relationship between Kirkwood and the black neighborhood of Meacham Park has been contentious since its annexation to Kirkwood in 1992. Residents of Meacham Park felt ignored, disregarded, and unfairly treated by the prosperous, overwhelmingly white city of Kirkwood.

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After losing his business and spiraling toward financial ruin, his behavior escalated. He picketed the city in high-traffic locations and picked a fight with a local restaurant owner. He became increasingly disruptive at city council meetings and threw a bale of hay at a police officer in 2001. Thornton then sued the city of Kirkwood, citing First Amendment violations after being prevented from speaking at council meetings. On January 28, 2008, Thornton lost his case in federal court.

Six months later, he opened fire at city hall.

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His method was physically less destructive than Mad Marvin’s armored Komatsu bulldozer, but he succeeded in shooting seven people including two police officers, a public works director, the mayor, a newspaper reporter, and two council members. Only Todd Smith, a 36 year-old Suburban Journals reporter survived after being shot in the hand. Mayor Swoboda died seven months later due to complications from cancer and the bullet that went through the back of his head.

Thornton died on the scene after two police officers ran across the street to city hall (the police station is across the street from city hall) and shot Thornton twice. He, like Mad Marvin, had no intention of surviving — a suicide note was discovered by his brother.

It was quite an ordeal for an innocent-looking town that was mostly unfamiliar with violence. If you remember the town of Hill Valley from the movie Back To The Future, it was just like that.

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I decided not to renew the lease on my office in Kirkwood not because of the shooting, but because of the closure of US-40 which dramatically increased my travel time between the office, the warehouse, and my home in addition to the unusually high occupancy and licensing fees that Kirkwood required of business owners.

In both the Kirkwood and Granby cases, the madmen were known to be friendly, outgoing, and generous. Cookie Thornton was involved in local charities and once ran for city council. Marvin Heemeyer was known by some to be a kind and helpful person. Both had vocal grievances against their towns, but neither showed any signs of being capable of mortal violence. Both failed to take any responsibility for the outcomes of their lives.

If there is a lesson to be learned, it is unclear. Unhinged rage will eventually find an outlet, too often without warning.

Someone Stole a Bridge

Filed under “How is this not from TheOnion.com?”



http://www.post-gazette.com/pg/11280/1180364-455.stm

The Covert’s Crossing bridge in North Beaver Township has been in the area since at least the early 1900s, according to the Lawrence County Historical Society.

State police suspect someone used a torch to tear apart the bridge, which was worth an estimated $100,000, sometime between Sept. 27 and Wednesday.

“I couldn’t believe it,” said Gary Bruce, a spokesman for New Castle Development, the company that owns the bridge, which was 50 feet long and 20 feet wide. “It’s a lot of work.”

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The privately owned bridge was erected in 1887. It was used occasionally by local businesses.

This is what remains:

If you see a steel bridge listed for sale on Craigslist, notify Pennsylvania State Police.

UPDATE: Thieves caught!