Ramblin’ Man

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If you look at the vast majority of marketing materials today, you’d be forgiven for thinking that you’ll be unceremoniously shipped off to Timbuktu at the age of 41. The youth are the demographic that gets all the attention- and that’s fine. Millennials have given the world all kinds of great things: from apps that summon personal chauffeurs to your door to shops that sell only cookie dough. But recently, the 18 to 40 demographic has made a terrible mistake. The tastemakers have made something in poor taste. And this car can explain why. This is a 1965 Rambler Classic 770 Cross Country.  Continue reading

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Forgotten Places: Cadillac House

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Saying that Cadillac has a bit of an image problem is like saying The Young Pope is “a bit” verbose. But before we delve too deeply into marketing jargon or brands, I feel it’s necessary to say that Cadillac’s cars– the big, two-ton rolling things that the company actually sells- are actually quite good at the moment. Arguably the best lineup they’ve ever had, actually. They just don’t sell. And it’s not as if the brand hasn’t been trying. Their management has international experience in the hopes of capturing some of that BMW (or rather, Infiniti) magic. They’ve moved their corporate headquarters out of Detroit and into Manhattan in an effort to distance themselves physically and ideologically from their corporate overlords at General Motors. They’ve even changed their logo. And yet, Escalades and CT6s sit off to the side of the luxury-car party, hands-in-pockets, incessantly checking their phones until it’s an acceptable time to leave. To find out why, I went downtown to visit Cadillac’s latest brand exercise. Welcome, everyone, to Cadillac House. Continue reading

It’s A Lumberjack, And It’s Okay

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By the end of the 1960s, Land Rover was in a bit of a pickle. The postwar successes of the “Series” Land Rovers had long worn off, and there was a new go-anywhere, rough-and-tumble, off-road rookie encroaching on the brand’s territory: The Toyota Land Cruiser. The Toyota had been a thorn in Land Rover’s side for a long time, namely on account of the Land Cruiser’s remarkable ability to not break down all the time. In 1970, Land Rover fired back, in typical British fashion, by classing up the joint. This is a 1993 Land Rover Range Rover.  Continue reading

Love In The Time Of Corolla

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If it were an ice cream flavor it would be vanilla. If it were a member of the Avengers it would be Hawkeye. If it were a Neil Gaiman book it would be The Ocean at the End of the Lane. If it were a Supreme Court Justice it would be Anthony Kennedy. If it were a snack food it would be Rold Gold pretzels. If it were an order at Starbucks it would be a “small dark roast, with room for milk and that’s all, thank you.” This is a 1980 Toyota Corolla. Continue reading

Comfort Zone

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BMW is well known for its sporty, small sedans and sedan-based coupes (witness stuff like this and this). They start to fall down, however, when it comes to anything outside of that particular sliver of the market. BMW has never really had a sports car that could compete with Porsche, and their bigger cars have always been overshadowed by the likes of Mercedes and Audi. But as I learned from the movie She’s All That, just because something’s relatively unknown doesn’t mean it’s not worth getting to know. So let’s get to know a big BMW. This is a 1973 BMW 3.0 CS.  Continue reading

Wagon Tales

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This is a 1988 Jeep Grand Wagoneer. And can I just say how great it is to be talking about a Jeep again? Long time readers might remember the very first car on Forgotten Metal was, in fact, a Jeep (way back when this whole thing was called Forgotten Metal From The Island That Rust Forgot, before I Sean Parker-ed all the extraneous words). But the Grand Wagoneer is a very different kind of Jeep, and comparing it to the Jeepster from our pilot episode demonstrates exactly how diverse the company can be when it sets it mind to it. But first we need to talk about Old Money. Continue reading

It’s My Party, I Can Cry If I Want To

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In an effort to provide the best possible range of automotive-related ramblings to you, dear readers, I recently decided to take a trip out to New York City’s easternmost borough: Queens. I don’t spend enough time here. Queens is quieter and more accessible than the Bronx, it isn’t as high strung as Manhattan, and it doesn’t make me feel bad about myself for not knowing what “normcore” is like Brooklyn does. Plus, Spiderman lives here. And so does today’s car. This is a 1969 AMC Rebel SST Sedan. Continue reading

Forgotten Places: Corvettes at Carlisle

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Forgotten Metal has a fever, and the only prescription is more Corvettes. It’s a problem for which I only have myself to blame. After more than two years of running this blog, we’ve never featured America’s sports car. So I’ve come to the one place where, for a few days at the end of the summer, they show nothing but Corvettes: Carlisle, Pennsylvania. Here- you wanted Corvettes? Have them! Have all the Corvettes! Look at them all! We’ve got Corvettes for days!  Continue reading

Stay Moke

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Deja vu is a 2006 action thriller starring Denzel Washington and Jim Caviezel. I only saw part of it once, but I remember it being interesting in a mid-2000s sort of way. It belonged to that period in action movies where they were trying to be more cerebral, probably as a result of The Matrix or Equilibrium. Actually, wait. I screwed up. I’m supposed to be talking about the other type of deja vu. That feeling you get when what you’re experiencing now feels like its already happened. Which, helpfully, relates very much to the car we’ll be talking about today. This is a 1984 Mini Moke.  Continue reading

I’m Here All Week, Folks

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While out hunting one day, a man is mauled by a bear. In a panic, his hunting partner calls the National Parks Service- his friend just bear-ly (heyo!) clinging to life. “My friend was mauled by a bear!” he tells the operator, “I think he might be dead! What should I do?” The operator, a picture of composure, calms the man, telling him: “Okay sir, the first thing you need to do is make sure he’s dead.” The hunter puts down the phone and walks over to his friend. Through the receiver, the operator hears a sharp bang, and then the phone being picked up again. “Okay,” says the man. “What do I do next?” Har-de-har-har. But seriously, folks. In 2002, that joke was ranked the funniest joke to the widest range of people by the University of Hertfordshire. This is the automotive equivalent of that. This is the Yugo.  Continue reading