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Re: I spotted an (insert obscure car name here) classic car today!
Out in the old dear today (which received a few compliments) saw a 66-67 Pontiac Tempest non-GTO, barnfind looking ~50 Plodge sedan. Fiat 124 cabrio
fintail
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Re: 2025 Porsche (All Models) Lease Deals, Incentives, Rebates, and Prices
Just FYI, regarding the MF, a couple dealerships in LA SoCal have quoted me at .0035.+1%Thank you! Yes, for base. Does the residual increase for 7500 per year?Hi, can I please get the MF, residual value, and any lease incentives for the 2025 Taycan for July? I am in Southern California. 36 or 39 months, and looking at either 7500 miles or 10000 miles/year. Thank you!Base?
Standard MF and 59% residual
$7500 incentive
For either 36 or 39 mo, 10K/yr
Re: Edmunds Members - Cars and Conversations
sorry to hear Michael. way, way too young. Stories like this make me realize not to put off things figuring will get to them eventually.
stickguy
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Re: Edmunds Members - Cars and Conversations
@michaell,
Sometimes it harder to lose a friend because that was a relationship you both chose.
Remember the good times.
Sometimes it harder to lose a friend because that was a relationship you both chose.
Remember the good times.
Re: Edmunds Members - Cars and Conversations
Thank you all, for the kind words. I've been composing this post in my head for the last week or so, when it was apparent that Jay was not going to survive. The family made the decision to remove him from care on Friday night.
I don't have a full picture of what exactly happened, and I suspect I never will. The last month was filled with many ups and downs, as related to me by his sister (and my sister, who was in contact with Jay's wife). He was transferred from his local hospital to USC medical center in LA, where they performed a full evaluation and found more issues - heart lesions, liver and kidney issues, etc. They weren't even sure he would be eligible for a transplant at one point.
@suydam - two of my wife's uncles have had liver transplants (some sort of hereditary condition, I've been told), so I'm familiar with the luck involved in finding a matching donor.
@stickguy - yes, one's future is never promised to us. Has me rethinking my priorities in life, and what I want to do with whatever time is left.
One car related story, that I know I've told before here. Jay's dad was the one who won the CA mini lottery - something like $350K back in the late 90's or early 00's. Took some of his winnings and bought the classic Corvette he always wanted - and put the vanity plate of "6TWON" on it.
Jay owned a big pickup and a hybrid sedan that he commuted in.
I don't have a full picture of what exactly happened, and I suspect I never will. The last month was filled with many ups and downs, as related to me by his sister (and my sister, who was in contact with Jay's wife). He was transferred from his local hospital to USC medical center in LA, where they performed a full evaluation and found more issues - heart lesions, liver and kidney issues, etc. They weren't even sure he would be eligible for a transplant at one point.
@suydam - two of my wife's uncles have had liver transplants (some sort of hereditary condition, I've been told), so I'm familiar with the luck involved in finding a matching donor.
@stickguy - yes, one's future is never promised to us. Has me rethinking my priorities in life, and what I want to do with whatever time is left.
One car related story, that I know I've told before here. Jay's dad was the one who won the CA mini lottery - something like $350K back in the late 90's or early 00's. Took some of his winnings and bought the classic Corvette he always wanted - and put the vanity plate of "6TWON" on it.
Jay owned a big pickup and a hybrid sedan that he commuted in.
Michaell
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Re: Chronic Car Buyers Anonymous
Put over 100 miles on the Porsche driving out past Fall City into the foothills of the cascades. You know, purely scientific to make sure everything is up to par.
It is.
Re: Edmunds Members - Cars and Conversations
Beautifully written memories about your friend JD. I’m truly sorry for your loss.
Re: Edmunds Members - Cars and Conversations
I’m so sorry for your loss. What a beautiful tribute! As the recipient of a miracle kidney transplant I feel so sad when people die for the lack of one. There just aren’t enough people who think to add that check to the box when they get their drivers license. May your friend’s memory always be for a blessing.
suydam
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Re: I spotted an (insert obscure car name here) classic car today!
My best friend from Pittsburgh went to Westminster. I rode with him and his mom to the campus when he was making an application for enrollment. That was 1976. He drove his dad’s new 76 Plymouth Volare Premier. It was a 2 door, silver, with a red landau top, red pinstripes and side moldings, and red interior. It was a nice car. Nice campus.
sda
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Re: Edmunds Members - Cars and Conversations
I know we share a lot in this discussion ... discussions about appliances, yard work, and, occasionally, about cars.
And, we celebrate and mourn the comings and goings of friends and family.
This is a story of the latter (feel free to skip).
His name was James Daniel, but that was quickly shortened to J.D., and eventually he just became Jay. His dad and my dad were good friends at the FD, so it was natural that their kids grew up together. I have many memories of spending time at their house as a kid, as our dads slowly but methodically remodeled pretty much every room in the house. The four kids (Jay, his sister, my sister and me) would play in the oversized yard and, at the end of the day, the adults would grill dinner and we'd share it at the picnic table on the back patio. That backyard also served as the reception venue for my first wedding.
I've mentioned my cross country trip (CA to MI, and back), in the fall of 1986. Jay was my co-pilot for the trip, I suspect because my mom wasn't keen for me to make the drive by myself so she and his mom "arranged" for Jay to accompany me. Jay had just graduated HS, so off we went. I have many, many, many memories of that trip, and somewhere in the basement are pictures of Jay and myself on the road, somewhere in mid-America. He was wearing oversized Ray Bans and a huge grin on his face. Even though he was underage, we were able to get him into some of the bars we frequented in Michigan, with my cousin. We stopped in both directions in Childress, TX (100 or so miles SE of Amarillo) so we could visit with his grandparents, who welcomed us into their home.
After that, Jay joined the Air Force, and I remember meeting up with him in the greater Seattle area on one of my business trips. Jay joined UPS after being discharged, and was a driver for them for, gosh, I don't know how many years. His route was in and around Santa Barbara, about a 30-45 minute drive (each way) from where they lived. He got married and had two kids. They lived just a couple of minutes from my mom and dad's house, and Jay's wife helped my mom in an unofficial aide capacity when my mom's health faltered, and before we moved her out to the assisted living facility. I last saw him a couple of years ago at my mom's funeral services.
Jay got sick a few weeks ago, and the more the doctors looked, the more they found wrong. He got on a list for a liver transplant, and one had been found, but it was ultimately deemed unacceptable for him. His body just failed him after that, and he died peacefully, surrounded by his family, yesterday morning. He was 57.
When we were growing up, his parents were always "Aunt" and "Uncle" to us, so the kids became sort of de facto cousins. But, in thinking about it, we may have been closer than that, due to the fact that our fathers put their lives on the line with each shift they worked. He lived a fulfilling life, cut short all too soon.
I write this only to get the words onto the screen. I'm sad because he's gone, I'm sad because his kids (ages 23 and 20), lost their father much too soon, and I'm sad because I will miss his high pitched giggle when he laughed, which was often.
Thanks for letting me pour my heart out. I know most of us know each other only through this discussion board, but for some reason I'm comfortable sharing this with you.
And, we celebrate and mourn the comings and goings of friends and family.
This is a story of the latter (feel free to skip).
His name was James Daniel, but that was quickly shortened to J.D., and eventually he just became Jay. His dad and my dad were good friends at the FD, so it was natural that their kids grew up together. I have many memories of spending time at their house as a kid, as our dads slowly but methodically remodeled pretty much every room in the house. The four kids (Jay, his sister, my sister and me) would play in the oversized yard and, at the end of the day, the adults would grill dinner and we'd share it at the picnic table on the back patio. That backyard also served as the reception venue for my first wedding.
I've mentioned my cross country trip (CA to MI, and back), in the fall of 1986. Jay was my co-pilot for the trip, I suspect because my mom wasn't keen for me to make the drive by myself so she and his mom "arranged" for Jay to accompany me. Jay had just graduated HS, so off we went. I have many, many, many memories of that trip, and somewhere in the basement are pictures of Jay and myself on the road, somewhere in mid-America. He was wearing oversized Ray Bans and a huge grin on his face. Even though he was underage, we were able to get him into some of the bars we frequented in Michigan, with my cousin. We stopped in both directions in Childress, TX (100 or so miles SE of Amarillo) so we could visit with his grandparents, who welcomed us into their home.
After that, Jay joined the Air Force, and I remember meeting up with him in the greater Seattle area on one of my business trips. Jay joined UPS after being discharged, and was a driver for them for, gosh, I don't know how many years. His route was in and around Santa Barbara, about a 30-45 minute drive (each way) from where they lived. He got married and had two kids. They lived just a couple of minutes from my mom and dad's house, and Jay's wife helped my mom in an unofficial aide capacity when my mom's health faltered, and before we moved her out to the assisted living facility. I last saw him a couple of years ago at my mom's funeral services.
Jay got sick a few weeks ago, and the more the doctors looked, the more they found wrong. He got on a list for a liver transplant, and one had been found, but it was ultimately deemed unacceptable for him. His body just failed him after that, and he died peacefully, surrounded by his family, yesterday morning. He was 57.
When we were growing up, his parents were always "Aunt" and "Uncle" to us, so the kids became sort of de facto cousins. But, in thinking about it, we may have been closer than that, due to the fact that our fathers put their lives on the line with each shift they worked. He lived a fulfilling life, cut short all too soon.
I write this only to get the words onto the screen. I'm sad because he's gone, I'm sad because his kids (ages 23 and 20), lost their father much too soon, and I'm sad because I will miss his high pitched giggle when he laughed, which was often.
Thanks for letting me pour my heart out. I know most of us know each other only through this discussion board, but for some reason I'm comfortable sharing this with you.
Michaell
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