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I understand that there's a smoke signal texting app available. Speaking of which, why should I pay an extra 50-100 bucks in order to get a cigarette lighter and ashtrays in a new car? Oh yeah......that's right...... smoking is hazardous to my health and could distract my attention from driving safely. Not nearly as hazardous as the brain dead momo who is doing 65 on the Interstate while he/she is texting on the iCrap device plugged into the DC outlet which replaced the lighter.

Your write. Never use a pencil to fill out an application or form. Printing your name in a slant doesn't qualify as a signature, either. If you sign your name in Box 1 (Print Name), tear up the application, walk out and start walking dogs. As a rule, dogs aren't sticklers about spelling and grammar.

Bada-bing, Bada-boom. We have a winner!

As Perry Mason would say, your argument is irrelevant, incompetent, immaterial and specious. What does somebody's perceived attitude have to do with getting "more young people" into this hobby? Absolutely nothing. If attitude was a prevailing factor as to whether one chooses to take up hobbies or do anything else, like driving a car, for instance, there wouldn't be any people doing anything. People choose to do what they do, or not, because it interests them, not because they were dissuaded by another's "attitude". Kids today aren't interested in this hobby because they have shorter attention spans which is the result of substitutes like video gaming. They have no interest in protracted endeavors. They are interested in instant gratification, something that you don't get assembling a model. Learn to think and decide for yourself and don't base your decisions on other people's attitude. Otherwise, you're nothing but a tool.

Heh, I'm neither myopic nor old. I just know what looks good.

I gotta deal with these wastes of oxygen daily ever since they transformed my post-industrial wasteland neighborhood of Greenpernt, Brooklyn into America's newest theme park. It might have been a post-industrial wasteland; but, it was my post-industrial wasteland. Guys like this one dressed up like 19th century newspaper boys and riding around on Penny Farthings who think "kewl" is listening to indie bands nobody ever heard of and hanging out with their pasty-skinned girlfriends Stephonica, Zoe and Cankleen, while discussing (interspersed with at least 5 "Like, Yah's per sentence spoken) the latest topic of importance: the $18 locally sourced, fair trade, curated handcrafted kale and egg sandwich washed down with a $10 latte from Cafe Rudin. For those of you with Facebook accounts, you might appreciate the following exchange. Talk about clueless. For those not familiar with the term, check Urban Dictionary for the definition of "Coney Island Whitefish".

A large percentage of people comprising the under 30 demographic in today's world are shallow, low information, technology addicted, narcissistic me-monkeys who couldn't find New Jersey on a map or tell you who won the Revolutionary War. Asking them to notice any differences between cars is beyond their synaptic resources.

End of story.

Cars are like candy bars. The price goes up and you get a smaller product in the package. I'm a big dude who was recently awarded my own zip code and, I gotta tell you, I find that cars of recent vintage are uncomfortable as a passenger and driver. I feel like the oversized driver figure stuffed into the cockpit of a slot car. They might design them with a higher roof line; but, my cranium still scrapes the headliner. More of my two cents, I wish that floor shifts in auto tranny-equipped cars would disappear and column shifts were brought back. Not everything with wheels needs bucket seats and floor shifts so one could pretend he's Goggles Paisano while moving at 12 M.P.H. on the Long Island Expressway during rush hour. I actually liked my 1986 Ford Taurus Robocopmobile with the split front bench seat. I could nod off comfortably while spending seven and a half hours looking for a parking spot.

Jon wasn't including wives, or women in general, when making that comment. I believe it was directed to those Mr. Salty framed, AAA battery armed, latte foam sculpting kickball playing 35 year old teenaged beta males like Quaid, Montague, Hummus and Zach who live for the quirky, edgy and kewl.

Hmmm.......the one at the bottom is an instant classic, the memory of which will last a lunchtime. Remember the old Wendy's ad? That's what it's come to. Next!

Then, you'll love this:

You are absolutely correct. It killed automotive design as far as aesthetics are concerned. Now, there is annoying sameness.

The Sierra was the precursor to the "jellybean with wheels" look. It started the movement toward the soft look without edges. It was a gradual evolution; but by the mid-late 90s, every manufacturer adopted a more rounded style for their respective models. Take a gander at these cookie cutter marvels: : American cars of the mid '50s through the mid '90s (with the exception of Ford which had its Tempo/Topaz/Taurus/Sable lineups in full swing from around 1984) had individual styling characteristics which made it easy to differentiate between manufacturers. Sure, every manufacturer jumped on the fin and chrome craze in the late '50s; but a casual observer wouldn't confuse a 1959 Impala with a Coronet or a Fairlane. Even into the '60s, one could tell the difference between GM, Ford, Chrysler and AMC. You can't say the same for cars today.

Just wait. Government Motors will announce a Chevy GTO based on an improved Geo Tracker platform as a response.

I know that isn't. I only posted the photos which the other posters said they couldn't see. Google "Dodge Barracuda SRT" and you'll get an idea.

This is an example of too much is enough, like using a stick of dynamite to remove a twist-off cap on a bottle of soda. It's a friggin' Jeep, fer chrissakes, not an A-Body muscle car. It's bad enough that the Jeep has been transformed from a cool utility vehicle (which was meant to be driven in a manner that would result in laying waste to forests and leveling mountains and not worrying about the paint job too much. Just use a whisk brush to clear off any debris.) into a sissified (my opinion) luxury ride. Now, it's "Let's jam a rocket engine into a pigeon's patootie and call it a fighter".

I'm sure the widetrack Jeep Cherokee will be an instant hit.

Sounds fishy to me.

Hopefully, FCA won't start using those ridiculous alphanumeric designations, which look like password codes, that every blasted auto manufacturer has adopted to replace real model names. Oh, quit the overused and annoying monochromatic model lineup in TV ads. The Deutsche Neue Welle look is sooooooooo 1980s.

The former is doable. FCA might not be willing to pay Warner Bros. licensing fees for the latter. Sure miss that "Meep-Meep!" horn.

This is part of the "a quirky new take on the classic ____________(fill in your own choice)" strategy which is targeted toward parentally subsidized, Smith Bros. neckbearded, toilet plunger physiqued, pipe cleaner limbed, nasally-helium-infused-kazoo-voiced, ski-caps-and-scarves-in-the-summer-skinny-chick-jeans-Dinty Moore-lumberjack-shirt wearing, celebrating-their-seventh-anniversary-as-first-semester-NYU freshmen-majoring-in-Etruscan-cat-poetry Like, Yahstafarians, aka "Millennials" looking to upgrade from that vintage (read "used and hand painted") 1954 Schwinn Phantom fixie that cost almost as much as a fully loaded Hellcat.

Good point. Where's Diver Dan when you need him?

Bill, I read an article last week in which indicated that 2019 will be the last year of the Hemi V8 and the Hellcat will be killed off in 2018. Sure, you can get the same horses out of a V4 or V6; it just ain't the same. It's like a juiced up squirrel on a treadmill making sounds like a Cox .049 engine instead of a predatory big cat on the loose roaring to let one know he's in the neighborhood.