Angelina Jolie, the Salt movie, and my Pontiac 6000

Last year, I found a Craigslist ad for a motion picture that was being filmed in Albany.  They needed cars and drivers for an action scene that would be filmed on the I-787 elevated bridges.  I took a chance, filled out an application, and next thing I know, I’m getting a call from a Columbia…

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If you call it a “Chevy,” pay 25 cents

I thought this was an April Fool’s Day joke, similar to the one last year where someone claimed that due to a bureaucratic mix-up and a lapse of copyright protection, Toyota was able to purchase the defunct brand name “Oldsmobile” and would start branding some of their cars as Toyota Oldsmobiles.  That was an April…

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So after two weeks with my Saturn Ion…

Let’s see…. This is based on having driven for the past seven years with a 1991 Pontiac 6000.  The “6” was my first self-owned car, a car that I didn’t have to share with my wife.  It lasted until about two weeks ago, when it finally drank its last drops of gasoline and headed off…

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Never made it to the moon…

Saturday morning.  My Pontiac 6000 was still seizing up at stop lights, a condition that had gone from a slight shudder to near-stalling.  Sometimes it would lurch forward and continue to drive on; sometimes it would conk out completely.  I could get it re-started, but I couldn’t swing it any more. I knew what it…

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Hitting the Road in a 1991 Pontiac 6000

It garnered two MPG more than the “Cash for Clunkers” program would allow. US Fidelis, the Rusty Wallace-endorsed company that insures older cars, won’t ensure it because it’s over 15 years old. I’ve replaced nearly everything on it – from the brakes and the shocks and the struts, to the fuel injectors, the ignition box,…

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