That sounds way too familiar... I once broke down in my '78 Cutlass at a county fairground, and the GPS kept insisting I was in the middle of a cornfi...

Accident forgiveness always sounded like one of those “but wait, there’s more!” TV offers to me, until my youngest managed to back my ‘67 Mustang into...

Price-checker sites are kind of like those “estimated wait times” at the DMV—sometimes close, sometimes pure fiction. I’ve had my share of sticker sho...

I remember when my buddy bought one of the first-gen hybrids—battery died and the insurer acted like they'd never even heard of electricity. Took fore...

Man, hail damage is no joke. Reminds me of the time I took my '68 Mustang out for a weekend cruise—forecast said clear skies, so I figured, why not? H...

Haha, totally get where you're coming from on that. Reminds me of the time I took my '67 Mustang out for a spin and got pulled over for a busted taill...

Haha, reminds me of the time my old Mustang left me stranded mid-winter... carburetor iced up solid. Sat shivering waiting for a buddy with jumper cab...

Had a similar VIN fiasco myself a while back. Bought a classic Mustang, and the insurance company somehow swapped two digits in the VIN. Didn't even n...

Had a similar moment last summer—my old Mustang decided to quit on me near Worcester at midnight (typical). Called a random roadside service expecting...