Under the Bridge

I am not immune to criticism. I often deserve it. Sometimes, I even invite it. I guess with eleventeen different websites and blogs and such, public criticism is inevitible.

Somewhere, things crossed a line. On Kiss My Asphalt, I ran into a commenter calling himself slrman. Constructive and interactive and then suddenly he went personal on me because I wasn’t a cheerleader for the state where I currently reside – saying I “lack the ethics and courage to leave.” [Ed.: Nah. Just money and a landing spot.]

In February 2014 I saw a 1986 Omni GLH and wrote a story about Omnis in general. In September 2015, a commenter in Surprise Arizona found it and started criticizing me about my opinions on the car line. Then someone self-identified as Robin Whipple at the same IP address joined in.

Sometime later, I decided to bolster the content of a newer site, Asphalt Valhalla (when it redirected to Kiss My Asphalt), with content from my other sites.  The post with the GLH got noticed by an anonymous commenter with the exact same IP address in August 2016.

“Here we go again,” I thought. See for yourself here.

Evidently, there was some connection between the commenter and the GLH. Maybe the anonymous poster was Robin’s husband? Maybe this was some family project? Who knows. Anyway, I obviously touched a nerve, even though I praised the red one that seems near and dear.

So on we go, I guess. One wonders what the next retort from Surprise will be.

1986 Ford Mustang GT: Don’t you mess around with me

1986 Ford Mustang GT
1986 Ford Mustang GT
You’re the right kind of sinner.

I love this car. Even more than O.G. Fred’s ’87. Why? Because it’s all business:

  • The fake scoop is for air cleaner clearance. It gets enough air through the gaping, no-style nose hole.
  • The fake vents are stupid.  But, they were stupid in 1979. Why spend money to fix something that ain’t broke? Spend it on better shocks, better brakes – all the upgrades over the ’83-84s
  • The Fairmont dash is too ugly to be anything except a functional piece.
  • Speaking of fake – no fake brake cooling. The ’87s looked cool, like it took most of the SVO’s best features and ran with it, but there was a lot of style that lacked substance, like the rear skirt that was more of an air brake than  ground effects.

So no offense, but this is better.
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