Car buying is hard. Especially right now, with inventory woes and dealers inventing prices off the tops of their heads, it’s often easier to start your shopping at home — reading reviews, impressions, and spec sheets, whittling down your options to the few cars worth actually going out and seeing.
Folks, in the words of our era’s great poets, Santana featuring Rob Thomas, it’s a hot one. One might even say it’s like seven inches from the midday sun. It’s approximately ten thousand degrees in New York right now, and that gorgeous sun has put one thing in my mind: Wrenching.
Charles Dickens isn’t the only Car Guy who talked up great expectations.Dickens was a car guy, right? I like to think he would have been if a sports car like the GR Supra was a thing during the Victorian era. Gearheads and Jalops are also an exacting bunch. They’re hard to please; they don’t easily forget when a car…