there was a time when Honda was on fire, and could do (almost) no wrong. The gen 1 Civic was like a little cherry bomb lobbed into a Weight-Watcher’s convention... And this gen2 Civic was huge step forward; now instead of wearing a Civic like a badge of honor, one could now actually step into it and think of it as a legitimate car.
via Curbside Classic – When Honda’s Mojo Was Working: 1980-1983 Honda Civic | The Truth About Cars.
Jody #2's place after my made up excuse to drop by and eat her food but not have sex (still a little mindfucked from the previous few months) wore thin.
At the bottom of the steps to her place is one of these things, fresh off the boat...
|Maybe J.C. Whitney sells a glue-on Rolls grille|
The nose is completely ass backwards. Where is the grill? How does this fish even breathe? To put it in contemporary terms, it's like Lady Gaga showed up at a Toby Keith concert. What the fuuuuuuuuuuuuuu-?
The moral of the story: I should have fucked the girl while I had the chance, of course. That's always the moral.