There are events in life that seem to come out of nowhere and that cannot be planned for. The daunting “x-factor” events; the “known unknowns” as the hyper-relatable, humble, peace-loving man-of-the-people, Donald Rumsfeld once said (/s). Didn’t expect a 22+yr old Rumsfeld quote in the opening paragraph? Exactly my point.
There’s a certain romantic randomness to many of these plot twists in life, and how you react to them with your own personal, unique approach can change, and either elevate or reduce the story of your life.
“Sex and death, heartbreak and strife; they give no warning” –Third Eye Blind “My Hit and Run.”
That track is off their sadly very much passed-over and forgotten third studio album. Chart-topping music had moved on to aggro rap metal by 2003, and many of the alternative rock bands from the late 90s were pushed aside so that Fred Durst could keep “Rollin’. Regardless, that Third Eye Blind song is expertly-written and crafted with an amazing message that aligns with the theme of this piece.
The song is about a near-death experience on a motorcycle, which is much more serious and heavy than the story that I’m about to tell about rescuing a French car, but as a theme that showcases the haphazard flow of life’s forward progression, it’s perfect. Give it a listen or two and the lyrics a quick run-through; I think you’ll be glad that you did.
Welcome back to another SWG wrenching adventure, my Autopian friends.
Office Space
I’ve had the same job for over 20 years. It’s comfortable and I’m lucky to have it. From 2004-2020, I had a cozy cubicle with donuts and all of the corporate fanfare, until a global virus moved me to work from home. (Talk about an unexpected turn of events).
While I was there in the office, there were the usual office guys that you kinda have to make small talk with in the break room and the men’s room — similar to the “Richard” office character from SNL.
One of those guys had left the business years ago, and reached out to me cold in the summer of ’24 saying he was now doing Real Estate, and had something of interest for me. He was selling a property of an older gentleman, and informed me that there were a bunch of cool old cars parked on the property that I may be interested in, since he remembered that I was into rescuing old cars.
He said one of them was this really weird old Citroen, so of course I asked for a picture. After he sent the photos of what was there, my interest immediately went through the roof. He said he wanted a Finder’s Fee, which I agreed to in principle, and I said that I would be up there in the next few days to check them out in person. Most of this was documented in last summer’s piece on me rescuing and pulling some of the better gems out of that hidden cove . Many of you asked for updates and for a story on the 2CV that I pulled out of that yard (in the comments of recent articles over the past year), and this is that story.
I never thought the random coworker taking a piss next to me in the men’s room or small-talking about the weather in the break room would have a lead on a hyper-rare car such as a Citroen 2CV 8 years later. Wicked random!
First Impressions
Upon arriving I was greeted by the first Citroen 2CV I’d ever seen in my 45 years on this planet. I’ve had over 150 cars at this point, so how rare this car was to find in a backyard in Garland NC was certainly not lost on me. The plates had expired in April of 2014, so it had been sitting there in its backyard holding-cell for just over a decade. That meant bad gas in the tank and a gummed-up carb.
The top was ripped from age and sun exposure, and two of the windows had been shot-out. There was an additional bullet hole in the right quarter panel. Upon asking Willie (the owner of the car) about the ballistics damage, he was unaware and visibly upset upon hearing about it.
There was an abandoned bird’s nest in the right corner of the dash; this French beauty had been sitting for way too long and needed extraction and a new owner. It didn’t strike me emotionally, as the cars that I’ve ended up keeping for extended periods of time must do, but it telegraphed to me that it was wicked unique and special. When was the last time you were offered a 2CV in a backyard for $1K? Exactly. This one was different.
Title Run #1
I knew this car deserved better. I knew that I had to do something. I knew that even though I have no clue about French cars, or Citroens whatsoever, that I had to rescue this thing out of this backyard before the property sold and the new potentially non-Autopian property buyer just scrapped all of the “old crap cars” in the backyard or some similar bad outcome. The cars deserved The Autopian Touch — buyers who care and love these machines just as much as the previous owner did.
Willie, the owner, told me he wanted $1,000 for the car as it was. My ex co-worker said he wanted a $500 Finders Fee. I agreed to both, even though I thought $500 for just telling me about a car was a bit steep. I asked Willie for the title, which he claimed that he had misplaced. No worries, I told him that I’d go to the DMV and get a lost title form, and then drive the hour plus back to his place in a week or so to have them sign it, and have it notarized (necessary to transfer title ownership in NC).
One week later I returned with the Lost Title Form already signed on my behalf, had Willie sign it, and then told him I would process the paperwork and then be back in a week or so to get the car.
Little did I know that when I went to the DMV they said that the car was not in Willie’s name, and that the NC Lost Title form would not suffice as it was not his car to sell! This was not ideal.
I called Willie and asked him if the car could possibly be in anyone else’s name; he adamantly told me that it was his car, and only his car, and the DMV didn’t know what they were talking about — all in very angry old man style that you cannot refute. The man used to be an NYC cop and knew how to telegraph authority. Well alright then, yes sir!
I went back to the DMV again with that information, and I was sternly told again that it wasn’t his car and that they were ready to serve the next in line. Desperate, I asked the woman behind the counter for any insight as to whose name the title might be in, to which she replied: “You should probably speak with his wife.” Eureka!
One additional Lost Title Form, one additional Notarization, and two more hours of driving out there to Garland and back to Wilmington, and I officially applied for a lost title in Willie’s wife’s name! The 2CV officially had legitimate paperwork. In the end, driving 4 hours back and forth to Garland NC and multiple trips to the DMV to finally sort the title was the best move I made with this rescue. The owners didn’t know whose name the title was in and the car would probably have ended up as a parts car if the title was never sorted.
The Extraction
Autopian Staff Writer Mercedes Streeter had emphatically indicated that she wanted one of the late-40s Plymouths on the property, and my buddy and fellow Autopian “Turbo TicTac” along with reader “5.7WK2,” also expressed interest in checking out what was for sale at Willie’s property, so the group of us headed up there with a trio of U-Haul trailers, pockets full of cash and a few dreams. As hyperlinked above, I detailed the events of that day in my previous piece in this piece from last year and so did Mercedes.
Pulling those three automotive gems out of that backyard prison went well. The only unforeseen issue was that my ex-co-worker read the piece and left me a very drunken and angry voicemail stating that I didn’t give him enough credit nor enough ink in my Autopian article for finding the property and that he also wanted exorbitant Finders Fees from Mercedes, “Turbo TicTac” and “5.7WK2.” Not cool!
Note: I was tempted to respond something about greed, manners and tact and such, but held my tongue. No additional Finders Fees were paid. Social media connection: severed. Good riddance.
The Waiting
Once I got the Citroen back to my Evil Wrenching Lair, I was over the moon to have such a weird, unique car sitting there next to my lesser-weird fleet. As things go around here, there are articles to write, random cabs showing up on Thanksgiving and cars always coming and going, so the 2CV sat in stasis for a hot minute while I prioritized work on other cars for the next 10 months. I placed a tarp over the ripped, leaky top and vowed to get to it when the time was right.
Note: the cars that were rescued in the interim will be featured here in future pieces, DT-a-willin’! [Ed Note: Approved. I love me some SWG! -DT].
Let’s Wrench! New Top.
After enough time passed and after more-pressing jobs on my plate were cleared, it was 2CV Time. The first order of business was to make it water-tight. That meant the ripped-up top had to be replaced.
Luckily, there is a super strong 2CV community here in the States and you can get new tops from the #1 2CV parts source! I went here and ordered a OEM-style top.
Let’s Wrench! New Glass.
The next order of business on my quest to make our little steampunk snail water-tight was to have the bullet-ridden glass replaced. Luckily the Citroen 2CV has, in its own unique simplest-possible style, flat glass! This means that any glass shop can just cut a piece of glass to fit the desired space, similar to custom residential/commercial building glass. The only issue is that it is 4mm thick, which the local glass shops told me is a pain, since that’s so thin.
Checking eBay just to see what glass for a 2CV goes for made me realize that I didn’t need custom local glass at all! The quarter glass and the driver’s door upper glass were both $40! Shipping from France wasn’t too bad either and it made way more sense to just go that route.
A couple weeks later the replacement glass arrived and a local glass company popped it in. Score one for The Good Guys: we were officially water-tight!
Note: I was tempted to try the glass replacement myself, but having zero experience with installing rubber-gasket flat glass (with a rope!) and with the glass coming all the way from France, I didn’t want to chance it and left it up to the pros for a few hundo. I didn’t want to crack it and have to wait weeks for additional glass to be shipped.
Let’s Wrench! Engine bay.
After immersing myself in every easily-findable 2CV video on YouTube, 2CV Forums and such, I hit the engine bay to clean up a decade-plus worth of neglect. Citroen, in all its inexpensive engineering glory, decided to make the air intakes for the heater boxes (and for the ducts to the firewall) out of paper! Luckily 2cvsource.com has rubber replacements. These were the first items under the hood to go.
Next up was to install the newly-purchased and previously-missing rubber backing that attaches to the rear of the fan module, to direct cool air towards each horizontally-opposed cylinder.
After that I installed the alternator, which was strangely in a box and not on the engine, along with the fan, which was also in that box..
I purchased a fan cover (it was missing), along with an air filter-to-carb snorkel (also missing) and the OEM-style clamps for all.
I noted that the wires going through the fenders for the turn signals did not have the appropriate grommets, so that was also done.
The car did not come with a battery, so a new OEM sized replacement was sourced. There were only two items left to deal with: the stale/bad fuel in the tank and the randomly, completely massacred wiring from the firewall forward. Why was the entire wiring harness chopped up mercilessly and for no apparent reason? Your guess is as good as mine and Willie (the owner) seemed shocked when I told him of the condition of the harness.
I broke out my Power Probe (such an amazing, next-level tool for electrical diagnostics) and did my best to reconnect the alternator, starter, turn lights, low beams, high beams, parking lights, etc. Honestly, the car needed a new harness (which are still available!), but, in the theme and spirit of this story, a random left-turn came about at this point in the rescue: The Autopian co-founder himself, Jason Torchinsky, reached out and said he wanted the 2CV.
I ended up getting most of the non-headlight wiring routed and was rewarded with this:
Jason is Back, Baby!
So after having a front row seat to watch me post picture after picture after video of each of these repairs I was doing to this beautiful little Frenchie in our team Slack channel, Jason had just had too much.
Jason’s been a quasi-boss and friend of mine for years now, and that’s in addition to me having read his excellent body of work work for five plus years before the Autopian. He reached out to me via Slack and let me know that he’s been wanting a 2CV his entire life, that he was drawn to and aligned with the Jewish heritage of the brand, and that the 2CV just spoke to him.
He let me know that attaining one was a difficult feat, as the ones that are available are usually in pretty good shape, and command a pretty penny. My example, in its middling condition, would actually fit his budget.
As I said earlier, this car was super unique and cool to me, but it did not speak to my heart nearly as greatly as it spoke to Jason’s. We agreed on a fair price, and Jason said that he wanted to come down to see the North Carolina beach/coast, and check the car out in person in the next week or so in The Marshall.
Now that I had agreed to sell the car to a fellow Autopian, colleague and a good buddy of mine, in the next few weeks, I needed to get it into much better shape, quickly!
Note: Jason has previously told me, in no uncertain terms, that he is definitely not a Third Eye Blind fan. He has told me that he’s an Old 97’s fan though, which shows that the two of us have a Venn overlap in our musical tastes.
Let’s Wrench! Fuel tank.
Well that decade plus old gas in the tank was the next thing that needed to be addressed. Luckily for me, the fuel tank in the Citroën 2CV is made of plastic, at least it is in my example. It’s only four bolts, a ground strap and one fuel feed line away from being dropped and removed from the car! Jobs that are easier and cheaper than expected are the best jobs.
Dropping the tank literally only took me about six minutes after I got the car up on jack stands- bravo Citroën! The tank didn’t look too bad at all on the inside, so a quick rinse of about ½ cup of the 10yr old gas that was present was all that was needed before bolting it back up and filling it with two gallons of fresh gas. The fuel tank only holds 4.4 gallons!
Sadly, when I attempted to fire the engine up (after the tank was reinstalled), I found the fuel pump had left the chat sometime in the prior decade. This made sense as the diaphragm in the mechanical pump was probably rotted due to the old fuel. A new pump would be around $50 and would require another two weeks of ordering, shipping and setting aside time for the install on a clear weekend.
Dammit.
The Return Of Jason Torchinky: Part 2, Jason’s Revenge
Oddly enough, Jason has been to my house once before, to drop off a Gen 2 Hyundai Tiberon wheel that he was borrowing from me for his Toyota Sienna. And no, I don’t own a Hyundai Tiberon, but I have a sweet set of wheels for one! It’s all about the bolt pattern, yo. I know that sentence sounds really weird, but after rewinding back to this Cold Start, it’ll make more sense.
Jason arrived in all his Autopian glory in his Grimmace-purple F-150 that he has named “The Marshall.” It was filthy, having trouble starting and wearing “Farm Use” plates; the windows were down and much sweat was involved as his truck has a vinyl bench seat, limited AC and it was in the upper 90s that day. I still can’t believe he got that hoss all the way down 1-40 from Chapel Hill to Wilmington for 2+ hours at 75mph!
Jason really seemed to be over the moon when he saw the “Charleston” model 2CV and did not seem worried whatsoever that I did not have it running at that moment nor was he concerned about the absolute mess that was the wiring harness. Jason is a bit of an electronics wizard, so the 14-or-so wires on that harness didn’t seem like too big of a deal or challenge to him. At least that’s the impression that I got.
I currently am in the middle of an engine swap on my Nitro; I have four Jags that I picked up in the last few years, an R/T Stealth, a manual Crossfire, an SL500, a rusty Genesis, a convertible LeBaron, a 350Z, a Trans Am plus my usual ride or die cars (Stratus, Durango, Titan) that are all waiting in line to be fixed, so waiting additional couple weekends for the fuel pump to arrive while having the 2CV occupy a coveted parking space for longer wasn’t really ideal for me.
I told Jason that I’d chop $500 off the already-agreed-to price if he did the wicked easy 2-bolt-and-1-hose fuel pump job himself (I figured that was a generous discount amount, to show how much I appreciate him foremost as a friend, as a buyer and my appreciation for him having me here as a Contributor); Jason immediately agreed. This meant my work on the car was just about over.
Jason didn’t stay very long, but Venmo’d me a down payment for the car and loaded the massive parts cache that I obtained from Willie into his truck (with it running, since if it shut off, it possibly would not start back up again). We loaded six tires and wheels, an extra carb, oil cooler, fan, rear glass, three bumpers and one wicker basket for eggs courtesy of my mom. Thanks Ma!
Jason rode off into the sunset (literally, he was heading northwest), and I told him that I would deliver the car to him in the next week or two.
Trip to Chapel Hill
If you were reading the site a couple weeks back, you may recall that I just penned a piece on selling my Supercharged Buick Park Ave to an FAA Inspector in Wake Forest (with a killer chop-top Fiero project). Well, Wake Forest isn’t too far away from Jason’s neck of the woods in Chapel Hill, so I figured I’d make it a towin’, haulin’ marathon weekend and move both cars up to the Piedmont from the coast with a 48hr U-Haul Car Transport rental and one badass $400 Durango!
After dropping off the Buick in Wake Forest, I headed back to Wilmington with an empty trailer, asked my guitarist and good buddy to help me push the super light 2CV up the trailer ramps (shout-out to Madison Bunting for the helping hand!) and pointed the nose of the ‘ol Rango back northwest again, towards Chapel Hill!
Note: The Durango averaged about 15mpg at 70mph with the AC on while towing 3,533lb of Supercharged Buick, but did way better when towing the featherlight 1356lb 2CV (sadly I forgot to get the average mileage, but it definitely and obviously better).
Upon pulling up to Jason’s place, we unloaded the car, took a few photos and a video for the website, grabbed a quick bite to eat and then I said goodbye to my friend (and new Citroen owner) and I was off, heading back to The Cape Fear, my home.
Outtro; au revoir.
If you asked me a few years back if I’d ever own a French car I probably would’ve responded that it was unlikely. There just aren’t that many of them around, and the ones that are available are desired by a very specific enthusiast group, expensive or just not <$1500 cars, which is usually my purchase-price wheelhouse.
Although, fate intervened and I can now say that not only was I a Citroen 2CV owner but also that I’m now very familiar with most of the nuts and bolts on those cars.
I’m so happy that I got to live this experience with one of the most unique machines that has ever come into my life. I learned so much, had a ton of fun figuring out all of the 2CV nuances and above all, I was able to help fulfill a lifelong dream of 2CV ownership for my friend Jason, who played a role in fulfilling my lifelong dream of writing for an auto publication.
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The universe put Jason in my life, which ending up placing me behind the keyboard of this article that you’re currently reading. It also randomly led me to stand in the sweltering sun in a massive backyard field in Garland, NC last summer, next to a steampunk tin snail of a car.
I know that I sold the car probably to the worlds’ best-possible buyer; one who will love it with all of his (still beating!) heart. I know also that Willie made me promise to “do it right” when he shook my hand with heaviness in his eyes as I exited his house with the Lost Title Form for the last time.
I didn’t finish the car completely, but I placed it in good hands, which I’m sure passes muster for “doing it right” for the old man. Plus Jason has a bit of a platform and pulpit here with this website, so his ownership of the car comes with all the benefits of the legions of global, loyal, dedicated, engaged, fiercely knowledgeable and wrenchy Autopians that he commands at his fingertips like the true Autopian Emperor that he is.
I think the car is going to be more than fine. I think it’s going to be great.
At the top of this piece I quoted “My Hit and Run,” which states that various events in life “...give no warning.” They are referencing situations that come to be via the haphazard touch of fate, perhaps grounded in some religious belief or maybe just due to the chaos of the universe. This Citroen coming into my life gave no warning, but I jumped at the opportunity and did my best to make the most of it. Time shoots forward.
I know that my Citroen 2CV is a car that I’ll never forget and a time in my life that I’ll always cherish. I look forward to telling my young car-obsessed nephew about it in the future and showing him the wrenching photos and videos of it from this spring and summer. Maybe he’ll even be interested enough to read this article later in life.
I left Jason’s house the day I dropped it off with a huge smile on my face. I didn’t even completely fix the car, nor did I have a strong emotional attachment to it, but I didn’t need to. It felt like a happy ending. The right ending to my stewardship and ownership of the car and the right ending to this story for me.
May each of us find the same happiness, contentment, fulfillment and purpose on each path that the universe opens up in each of our lives.
This past week, I went to the fantastic local creperie in Wilmington, to celebrate my first (and probably only) French car. They had the below drawing on the door:
A warm feeling of happiness and connection to that strange little car washed over me and I couldn’t help but smile.
88mph, into the future.
More SWG below.
- How I Bought A Broken Version Of My Dream Car For $300, Then Nursed It Back To Glory And Let It Free
Now that I’ve had the joyful opportunity to meet the amazing Mr. Torchinsky in person, it will forever be impossible for me to unsee his complete and utter inability to smile appropriately for a photograph. Sorry, Jason.
This actually seems like the best result to me – get the experience of wrenching on a quirky old European car without the heartache of actually owning one. But I’m a partisan for that Stratus and the (now-departed) Stealth, so I’m clearly no one to judge.
How were you able to determine the OEM battery size? I’m assuming a car like this doesn’t have even as much as a molded tray on which it sits.
Hey Jack!
I actually bought another Stealth (a black R/T!) after selling my blue ES 2 years ago and is sitting in the driveway, awaiting repairs. I’ll have another Stealth article in the upcoming months: round 2!
I just googled the OEM battery size, but yeah, you’re right, it sits without any tie-downs on a simple, flat tray on the firewall.
Thanks so much, as always for reaching and for the comment.
SWG, you selling those shirts?
Totally. I’m good for one, esp if rhey say Let’s Wrench! on the back.
I sure am! Hit me up on social media and I’ll get both you guys in for one when I penny up the next batch- thanks gents!
OK you snooty tooty language correctors. Just how does one say fuck it in french and be correct when working on a car??? geeeeeeeeez
“Je l’ai réparée” or “J’ai réparé la deuche” would be better grammatically…
Using the word “deuche” would get him a French passeport too.
Only if you got the pronunciation right
@SWG it’s pronounced “dush” if you want that passeport.
You’re welcome to come wrenching in my own lair atop an alpine peak if you move to France.
Wonderful story and so glad it found a forever home with Torch… if he makes the time to fix it right… I suggest a full weekend on site followup appointment.
What about the Z car? Is there a story. Is it a convertible?
It’s currently for sale and yes, it’s a convertible. Hit me up on social media for more details if you’d like them.
Thanks for the interest and for reading!
I’m always so happy to read these articles. There is such a dearth of real, genuine things in the world today, but SWG’s rescues and Torch’s love of weird cars are two of them. Entertaining, educational, and uplifting.
Fun project and great vibes all around!
Have Willie and Stella been updated on the car’s status?
More importantly, how are they faring these days? I hope they are well!
Also, Old 97’s rule. I’ve been to a couple of their shows and dance around the campfire to them with the boys probably too often.
based on your bringing cars back from the dead mechanical talent, I suspect this project was boring. Just 2 bangers, no electrically adjusted suspension, no dual exhaust, no power window motors, hell, no power anything!!! Regardless, you deserved a break from saving hopelessly dead cars you managed to revive and we enjoy seeing your talent bringing cars back to life whether they be as simple as this snail or one of Japan’s most complex of beast..I’m speaking for others and declaring that your post are enjoyed. Keep bringing them please Mr broken knuckled Gossin
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Great story! I can’t believe how clean you got that thing, so impressive. I feel all pumped now, I gotta go wrench on a project I’ve been neglecting.
I’m not so fond of Old 97s gentler, poppier later stuff, but when I heard Too Far to Care the first time it blew my young mind. It was one of the few times I remember putting on a record and thinking, holy shit, I didn’t know you were allowed to do that!
And hey, congratulations on the perfect attendance.
Bien oui, un article de SWG du vendredi!
SWG, vous êtes un homme extraordinaire! Une autre deux chevaux vit!
Bravo! Bravo!
(My French-Canadian wife would probably read this horrible grammar and die a little on the inside)
Your grammar was spot on!
Awesome story! Not so awesome co-worker with the finding fees and such. I would’ve thought $500 to be plenty the first time around. It’s an alien concept to me as I’ve always enjoyed it when I can match up any available car to a happy new owner.
I do remember once being asked by a neighbor to pay a “commission” of a $100 if he told a friend of his I was selling my 1952 Chevy. I said sure, but he’ll have to give at least $3100 for the car (I was asking $3500, wanting $3000). He assured me his friend would definitely want it for that price. The friend showed up and offered me $2500. I said I needed $3100 and he said “So really you want $3K, but my buddy asked you to pay him $100”. I got a laugh out of that – apparently this had happened several times. We hung out for awhile and he ended up buying some Cadillac parts off of me instead, and no commissions were paid.
And speaking of parts… did I hear 4 Jaaaaags? I remember the XK8, but don’t recall seeing anything about the other 3. Want a 5th? I’ve got an ’87 XJ6 that I drove to its current resting place a few years back. However, a tree branch fell and took out the rear window along with bending the roof, so its probably not worth the gas money to come out to Iowa and get it. Free for the taking if you want it though!
Always love an SWG article! I still think that Genesis is like eating a bug, but eager to be proven wrong.
Perfect way to start the weekend!
good work cutting ties with that ex-worker…life is too short for that sort of BS…
Yeah I know exactly what that dude is like. I’ll take a swerve.
Did Not expect to be reminded of Rumsfeld! nor near death experience on a motorcycle- gave them up after totaling my 2nd while still in my twenties. Too many times of people pulling out in front of me, “I never saw you!” they said. Thank You for ending on the high note we all knew HAD to happen!
Righteous Path my man!
What a beautiful story, you are a generous man, Stephen! And your mom is the bestest. The 2CV is in great hands.
How is it possible to feel proud of dudes I don’t know in person and whom I’ve only read in the last few years?
I cal it Autopianism
Great article what originally attracted me to JT and DT was the friendship and comradity and every day guy experience. The detailed stuff and the I never heard of that is great but the shade tree friend article is the best
Love it! One thing I appreciate is that you’re not afraid to tackle difficult jobs, but you also seem to have a keen sense of when it makes sense to let the experts handle something. This was a wonderful story and it’s glorious to see cars rescued.
Still looking for the Jaaaaaaag stories, fellow owner!
Man – What an amazing early weekend present. An SWG article, about one of my favorite brands, and an Old 97’s shoutout. Out of all of these things, I think I’m most surprised that SWG has a regular office job…. I pictured him flipping cars by day and running a club with live music at night in downtown Wilmington….
Allons-y! What a great story — the image of Stevie G and Torch at dinner together warmed my heart. Looking forward to the inevitable 2CV-v-Changli drag race.
Also, awesome to see the Stratus still putting in the work.
So, what you’re saying is……….blast Limp Bizkit if I go with SWG to retrieve a car. Gotcha.
SWG, don’t mean to be overly pedantic, but how can a hole fill anything? It’s a hole!
“… And though the holes were rather small
They had to count them all
Now they know how many holes it takes to fill the Albert Hall”
Somebody got hit by Maxwell’s silver hammer.
Early, and often.
Great reference I am at a loss as to the comical movie I heard the song but so many of the lyrics popped into my head.
Not sure if this is the movie you’re thinking about, but the song was comically performed by Steve Martin in 1978’s “Sgt Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band.”