2011 Superbowl Car Commercials
Instead of staying home for the Big Game last night I went out for some noodles. Bah humbug. I guess I’m unamerican. Here’s the car commercials from this year’s Superbowl.
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Cars, travel, etc.
Instead of staying home for the Big Game last night I went out for some noodles. Bah humbug. I guess I’m unamerican. Here’s the car commercials from this year’s Superbowl.
St Louis enjoys low traffic congestion, ranked 3rd best among 31 metro areas, but Herbie Markwort of Next STL notes that while congestion is indeed low, St Louisans spend more time driving than ever, partly due to urban sprawl.
In 2005 I took my dad’s 1992 Civic hatchback through rural Washington to Portland and Multnomah Falls. Six years later, I regret not buying the car for myself.
According to Saab Central, a few Saab dealers are now operating as combined Saab-Spyker franchises. When you’re tired of replacing ignition cassettes on your 900, you can trade it in for a $230,000 Spyker C8 Spyder. That should leave you a balance due of only $227,000.
Designed in Sweden.
Made in Finland.
Driven by weirdos and architects.
Were there cowboys and indians? Did you have to shoot buffalo for food? Did you have to float across the river? Did people die of dysentery? Okay, so it was nothing like the Oregon Trail computer game (remember having to write your own epitaph?), but it was still interesting.
“NO NO NO.. I said Parallel…. not vertical… Parallel!!!!”
A caption contest over at NICOClub explains how a Mercury Milan found itself pointed face down, ass up. Feel free to join in and get creative.
A friend of Ian’s decided to pack his things, buy a new Jeep, and move to Puerto Rico. As a result, he abandoned a bed, a few items, and offered his bruised and neglected 1998 Mustang coupe for $500.
I came across a 1988 Sears catalog at Wishbook, an index of selected Sears, Wards, Penny, and Spiegel catalogs. As a child of the 80s, I longed for a Power Wheels (which I never received), and this was the next best thing.
I’m not entirely sure what kind of person packs their bags for spring break and heads to Detroit. Most people align their sense of adventure with beaches, sunshine, and scenery. I, however, felt compelled to see America’s fastest-shrinking city. While there, I drove Woodward at night, visited the Chrysler Museum, saw the Ford Rouge factory where they build the F-150, and enjoyed a coney at Lafeyette’s.