Don’t @ Me, I Paid Someone To Watch Me For An Hour At The Docks: COTD

Picking an imported car from a port is one of the coolest experiences you can go through as a car enthusiast. You get to see the mechanisms of global trade at work, geek out over massive cargo ships, and check out the awesome cars that people are bringing in. That’s just the tip of the iceberg of what makes the ports awesome, as I wrote about when I retrieved my 1998 MGF from the port of Baltimore.

One of the quirks of several of America’s ports is that you need a Transportation Worker Identification Credential (TWIC) to get in. If you don’t have a TWIC card, you can just hire an escort to guide you through the port.

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You can just hire an escort. I walked right into that one. Luxobarge:

I’m sorry, but in this era of clickbait headlines, why is this article not called “Why I Went to Down to the Docks in Baltimore and Hired an Escort by the Hour”?

In other news, our dear leaders attempted to change the oil in our Nissan Murano CrossCabriolet, somehow figuring out how to fail every step of the way. Our very own Adrian Clarke, who does know these people:

I don’t know these people.

Max Headbolts:

“Why! Why are we so stupid? Why can’t we get a break?”

It all started with the conversation David had with the Galpin tech that offered to change the oil for him. When he declined he KNEW what he was setting you up for.

I’m pretty sure David is actually some variant of a Colin Robinson energy vampire, who feeds on automotive hilarity.

NC Miata NA:

Ah yes, the eternal struggle between “I should empty the drain pan before I do another oil change” and “there is probably enough room in the pan for one more oil change”.

Tbird:

Autopian masthead is a lie – their real names are Larry, Moe, and Curly.

Have a great evening, everyone!

Top graphic image: Mercedes Streeter