Last weekend, I pushed myself just a bit too hard at Camp Woodward. Until Friday morning, I couldn’t put any kind of stress on my back without having the strong urge to vomit. The problem for me is that getting on a BMX bike immediately puts me back into a mindset where I don’t worry about how much something hurts, which is great when you’re a 15-year-old training for a race but absolutely murderous for somebody triple that age who has to go to work on Monday.
Yesterday I managed to bunnyhop 18 inches on my new Haro FST. Then I promptly shucked the bike out from under me on the next hop, landing on my back at no more than ten miles per hour but it still hurt. Today, John and I went to a kind of low-budget local skatepark where he actually got both wheels off the ground on a halfpipe. (Not above the coping; he just turned the bike a bit below the coping.) I’m so stoked for him. And yeah, I rode a bit too. It was easier than last weekend. There are only two things I can do in this world: remember the lyrics of the Seventies and overcome pain.
Speaking of pain, let’s see what we cranked out while I was curled up into a little keyboard-clutching ball last week.
Brother Bark had a chance to yet again discuss the once-great G8. That’s all we got from him this week… I believe it was because he had some travel snags.
For R&T, I waxed semi-poetic over The Final Facelift before singling the Nissan 370Z out as classic car that you can buy brand new!
Over at TTAC, I told the strange story of a shattered back window, considered Ford’s better idea regarding new-vehicle introductions and made a Public Enemy reference for Friday’s Question Of The Day.
Stay tuned this week, as I ask the questions that really matter: What’s next for the industry? What will the Trump presidency mean to the auto game? How many aspirin can you take at one time?
Ouch .
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I’m lucky (?) in that I don’t get sick, I just have nerve pinches that cause my hands to curl up like claws and feel intense pins & needles plus the fun of crippling leg shoulder/arm pain.
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Take a lesson from the old guys folks : take care of your body before it’s too late .
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-Nate
Outstanding! BMX time with your kid.
Enjoy BMX running through your Jim Boswell veins
“What will the Trump presidency mean to the auto game?”
hopefully not another 2009, but given the people he’s surrounding himself with I’m not very optimistic.
Good riddance to GM and Chrysler. Didn’t you say you’d stop reading this blog?
did Jack appoint you hall monitor while I wasn’t looking?
If I appoint a hall monitor, it’s gonna be a Los Angeles 9.0
The new penalty for those in the halls with out the big, FUGLY plywood pass, are subject to either death or eternal hassling by the butthurt brigade .
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YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED .
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-Nate
I understand that the points made are not entirely mutually exclusive, and they one was written by each brother, but can you reconcile the R&T 370z article and this 370z centric TTAC article http://www.thetruthaboutcars.com/2015/10/barks-bites-nissan-doesnt-make-single-car-want-buy/
As the conclusions are quite different.
The only agreement seems to be that it is old, and before I re-read it I thought maybe the transmission would be the easy way to say they are truly different cars but
“The car is awful. I’m sure that a manual transmission would have helped, but it wouldn’t have helped nearly enough.”
Please help me have a clear worldview about a car that I will never purchase regardless.
Bark and I disagree on the Z, to put it mildly.
Now that the price is down to $29,999 before discounts, I think the Z is a hell of a car. When they had it priced up against the Corvette, I didn’t feel that way.
But Bark made sure to tell me that he still hates the Z.
The styling still doesn’t look dated. If anything it was ahead of its time at introduction. Now, if they’d only shoehorn a version of the 5.6 V8, even as a “final edition”…
As a former employee of Nissan North America, I chose the 350z as my work vehicle: and it sucked. Rattles, noisy (not the fun kind of noisy) and no real engine noise. Plus side was that the last day before I left, I basically cooked the transmission. Sucks to whoever bought that thing at auction. I should have go the Infiniti coupe; it was actually the cheaper option.
Yes it was a manual.
I remember driving my friend’s 350z and absolutely hating it. The high beltline, the sticky, imprecise shifter, and the groaning V6 didn’t make a good impression on me.
Never cared for the Z cars, unless you mean Z06.