On Fri, 9 Apr 2010 23:30:50 -0700, the infamous "Bill McKee"
scrawled the following:


"Larry Jaques" wrote in message
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On Fri, 9 Apr 2010 17:06:42 -0700, the infamous "Bill McKee"
scrawled the following:

Corvair was never going to survive "unsafe at any speed". Nader found an
easy target and hit a bull's-eye. Same suspension on the original VW bug.

Bzzzzzzzzt! The easy target you mention was the Corvair only when
owned by idiots who couldn't drive (they could barely _steer_ a car)
AND who never checked their air pressure AND who allowed the tire
pressure to become far too low, increasing any tendency for the car to
swap ends.

My buddy swapped ends on mine even though I optimized air pressure and
had the f/r weights balanced.


And the Bug was top heavy. But the bug was loved,

Ptui! Gawdawful whistling old bitches.


My B Production Vette did a few spins over the
years. Mostly my trying to go 5 mph faster than physics allowed. :)

A truly honorable employment, sir. Curves are made for fun, whether
on a woman or a road. I drive a pickup now (miss that Javelin and the
2 Corvair convertibles I had) and can't believe how much better the
new '07 Tundra handles compared to the old '90 F-150; night and day.
The Tundra reminds me more of the Javelin than a pickemup.

--
Climb the mountains and get their good tidings. Nature's peace
will flow into you as sunshine flows into trees. The winds will
blow their own freshness into you, and the storms their energy,
while cares will drop away from you like the leaves of Autumn.
-- John Muir

Actually early Corvairs handled bad for the reason that the wheels did tuck.

I owned two stock(ish) 1962 Corvairs, but neither was a Monza Spyder.
sigh Neither exhibited that tucking tendency to me, either on or
off-road, and I ran 'em pretty hard. I ran bias ply tires and
didn't race, though.

I loved those trannies. Dad showed me how to speed sync for clutchless
shifting and I had fun pointing that out for people with my clutch
foot crossed onto my right knee. I'd only bring it down to start from
a stoplight. I had lots of fun getting to know my cars inside and out
for years while my friends bought new cars every year or two and never
really knew them.

I figured that the better I knew my vehicle, the better it was,
because when you're in a jam, you need to know your tools to extricate
yourself from it.

I stood my old Ford Ranch wagon on its nose, missing the idiot who
pulled out in front of me by millimeters. I avoided the accident
because of two things: I had my seat belt on and knew those brakes. If
I'd mashed 'em, locked 'em up, I'd have skidded right into the guy.

_Know_ your metal, boys!

--
Climb the mountains and get their good tidings. Nature's peace
will flow into you as sunshine flows into trees. The winds will
blow their own freshness into you, and the storms their energy,
while cares will drop away from you like the leaves of Autumn.
-- John Muir