NotA,SL did you ever own a Corvair? I know I never did. OH, wait, I get it, the pissant from Seattle thinks I am you and yet yesterday I was Crassus and Non Starter. Who the hell am I suppose to be today, I didn't get the memo!
Did I own a Corvair? You bet I did. As a kid, I worked long and hard to pay for my college education and buy my first car. It happened to be a 1963 Corvair.
A few years back, I ran across one that was in the process of being restored but the guy ran out of money. I bought it from him, had it completed and it now sits in a storage location for most of each year.
Since your little pissant buddy is relegated to public transit, of course she is going to drool over a restored relic like that. The Sludge can try to make fun of the car all she wants. The fact of the matter is that I have one. She does not.
Sort of like everything else in the fired Postal Worker's life. Emptiness and hollow claims.
She should really go buy some more of her penny stock. When she gets to well above 8 digits to the left of the decimal point, then she can try to claim being in the same ballpark as others.
Until then, I simply ignore the little bitch and laugh at her feeble efforts to chase you, me, and every other intelligent conservative around.
Non had it right. Small dog syndrome.