You can show me all the advertising you want about GM and whatever new product they have to offer. But, um, sorry guys, I'm still not going to buy a GM car with all the talk of you people going belly up.
And it isn't because I'm not a good American. No, no, not at all, in fact I actually own a couple of 70 Plymouth Cuda's and a 68 American Motors AMX. And their classics you know, as American as apple pie and the Fourth of July rolled in one. So, no, don't accuse me of being un-American.
And I don't know how many times I have to tell you that a 30,000-dollar car is a hell of a lot different from a five hundred dollar washing machine.
Maytag going belly up equals a good deal for me.
GM going belly up equals a car I would never buy because I ride in it along with the wife and kids.
Psst...I don't ride in my washing machine guys.
Oh, but then there was that time Neil O’Callahan put me inside a dryer at the laundromat on Church Avenue back in 1978.