Us car-journo types spill a lot of ink writing about interiors. Interiors? Yeah. You could have an otherwise perfectly fine vehicle let down by crap plastics and more crap plastics. Ford's Mustang comes to mind. In fact, I have zero interest in the new Challenger because of the sub-bargain-basement innards. Looking at the photos reminds me of Chrysler's Sebring, the most miserable modern vehicle I've ever experienced. My point? Interiors matter. In fact, some are so good that I want to spend eternity in them. But which one? Audis always get tossed around when kick-ass insides are discussed. No thank you. Too dark, too much metal and too engineered. That basically rules out anything from Germany. No one wants to be wrapped in a computer forever. What about jolly old England. Nice, indeed, but British cars pose two problems. One, they're too stuffy. Even though you're dead, you still want to breathe. Two, they're too German. If you've ever found yourself in a Bentley GT you were no doubt aghast at the Passat gear lever. This leaves only one country — Italy. And currently, only one car. Bury me in the Maserati Quattroporte Executive GT. You?
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Volvo P1800.
Chrysler Sebring, if only because it’ll mean there’s one less shitty car on the road.
a Cadillac Fleetwood Hearse
peteski :
Make it a 1959 Miller hearse, if you don’t mind. Just like the one in Ghostbusters!
A Wienermobile. My final instructions would stipulate that the end of the wiener protrude above ground prominently. I don’t know why — I just like the imagery.
I’m sure I’m in the minority here when I say this. To me, interiors are just not that serious. Give me a working tach, a good stereo, and I’m a happy camper.
I personally don’t want to be buried in a car, but a good mechanic friend of mine is serious about being buried in his 1970 El Camino which he so lovingly restored and continues to use as his work truck. It would be a shame to put that gorgeous 427 in the ground, but it would fit the man.
Since I want to be cremated, bury me in my 92 Crown Vic with the cruise control harness that’s supposed to melt the car down into a pile of molten lava.
I’m disturbed slightly that I just wrote that. It is a fairly macabre question of the day, however.
Does any of the previous make any sense?
I want to be cremated, so I guess it’s an F-150.
If you want to be cremated, shouldn’t it be a Pinto?
Oh no, Farago and I had the exact same thought at the exact same time.
I think I spend too much time on this site…
In a perfect world I would bust through the guard rail on California’s Pacific Coast Highway in a prototype Saleen Raptor and die in a ball of flames!!!!!!!
Of course no one else would be harmed by my actions.
The 69 International Harvester pick-up truck I learned to drive in on the farm.
Or, a 72 Ford Country Squire woody, just like the one Mom and Dad had growning up.
A Popemobile. Maybe God would get a laugh out of it.
86er
Oh no, Farago and I had the exact same thought at the exact same time.
I think I spend too much time on this site…
You and me both.
I’ve always imagined that I’ll meet my end as a result of the following scenario:
It is a gorgeous sunny day, and I can’t resist the temptation to take out the Family Heirloom… my father’s old ’65 E-type Jaguar. I fire up the XK engine and spend a few wonderful hours coursing through the unknown back roads in the foothills around my home, just like countless times before. As I wrap up the reverie of listening to Sir William’s Sixth Symphony echo through the hills, and head home through town, some cell-phone yakking, Starbucks sipping soccer-mom in her GMC Yukon runs a red light and the diminutive Jaguar & I are crumpled into her wheel-well. The last thing I see is her right front turn signal shattering on the Jag’s windscreen as the two objects compress my skull into the trunk lid. That is unless vision survives decapitation, in which case I’ll get to see the world bounce a few times before my head rolls into the curb.
So bury (what’s left of) me in the Jag.
And Mr. Lieberman, if you would like some time behind the wheel of this machine prior to my demise, I’m happy to oblige… just ask. It is only a fitting reward for the man that wrote this tribute to the machine.
–chuck
http://chuck.goolsbee.org
I could spemnd the rest of eternity in my 1986 Jaguar XJ6 Soveriegn, real wood, real leather and my legs were comfy in the almost laying down position. After all I don’t have to get out of it again. That was a problem with that car as I got older. And I do have eternity to figure out the weird cruise control that was dash mounted.
A supercharged 1983 Dodge Ramcharger.
You know, just in case.
A 1965 The East Glows (Chinese). Since finding one will be nigh-near impossible, perhaps I can forestall my death.
A Corbin Sparrow would be about the right size.
About week # 2 of working on the line day shift,after a night of partying too late.I layed down in the back seat of a 72 Chevy Impala on the line.My thoughts were ‘I could just die here,right now.Yup the Chev would do just fine.
1996 Infiniti I30
if i had to pick one!
The model year 2051 Blastolene Special, which would make me a century plus at demise.
1986 Ford Taurus LX, as its seats were designed to be comfortable no matter what position you are in.
I agree with the “interiors don’t matter that much to me” folks. That’s not to say good ergonomics (most important) and comfort (second) are not important. I’m just not impressed with all the emphasis on soft touch this and textured that. I remember twenty years ago when car interior were like tupperware. Also, I don’t think the Challenger interior is all that bad. It sure looks better than the mustang. I like low-glitz business like interiors.
I’ve always thought cremation a good plan – Ford Pinto.
My XK8 would do just fine, real wood dash, Connley leather and comfortable as can be.
1938 Lincoln Zephyr convertible, but save the car and use a 1962 Simca.
Crap, I’ve been buried in just about every car I’ve owned, thanks to 60 month financing. What? Oh wait, not that kind of buried? Oh, never mind then.
I would love to be buried strapped into the driver’s seat of a ’68 Shelby KR500 convertible but it would be such a waste of an awesome automobile. Maybe just a mock-up of one then.
I would have to say the NSX-R GT.
I want to be cremated as well. Therefore, put my ashes in the passenger seat of a Ferrari Enzo with an owner who actually drives the thing like it is intended.
My charred remains will know such fun…
it may very well be my first generation scion xb.
i can’t find anything to replace it that matches its unbelievable fuel economy, incredible utility and reasonable fun-to-drive quotient (it’s a manual). and it’ll run forever.
the downside is that it looks like the maid’s car, and that its absence of adequate safety equipment may actually lead to my untimely demise.
A 1979 Pontiac Acadian. To come full circle.
My first reaction was that I wouldn’t mind having my ashes placed in the ashtray of a ’63 Riviera, but gee, I wouldn’t want to bury a perfectly good car when someone else could be DRIVING it.
A letterwriter to Ann Landers told about sprinkling the ashes of her late auto-loving father among rows of parked new cars sitting on the lot at several auto dealer. (I hope they were decent auto dealerships. I’m a snob and I wouldn’t want to sprinkled at, say, a Kia dealer.)
The best memorial service for an autophile that I ever heard of was the one for the late Len Frank, who briefly worked for Motor Trend magazine, ran an Alfa Romeo dealership and the local Alfa Romeo drivers club, and hosted “The Car Show” on the radical left-wing Pacifica radio station, KPFK in Los Angeles.
According to the website at lacar.com:
“When he passed away in 1996, his friends and family held his memorial service at Willow Springs Raceway. In a ceremony that would have pleased Len, his ashes were released through the sunroof of a Porsche on the raceway’s famed Turn Nine.”
I better stay alive in Yugo Zastava nightmare, than die with a chick in Maserati deathporte. But , today i am cute, young and innocent, and when my life enters indian Summer after some 70 years, And i will be just cute, and innocent but not young I would like to have a ride of my life in Corvette Z018 with an interior that at last has fit and finish and texture. I would like to put on a blue-violet-ray ,player put some music from Sarah Brightman, mash the throttle near Veyron apocalyptic speeds and run of the cliff into the sea. I hope I don`t forget to take out the airbag fuse. Damn, I should stick a note on the windshield. And then I wake up in a hospital with half the body gone, with a pale nurse close to swooning staring at me, and a priest with a Bible silently whispering some words of wisdom to himself. Damn, forgot to stick the note….
A 2075 Chevy Volt Mark VII…
Fusion powered, reanimated T-Rex Leather interior, “I-Orgasmatron” interface.
In the red dust of Mars.
(I’m 53)
jurisb: lol :-)
A MINI Cooper S. One of the earlier supercharged ones, preferrably one with all the PA who works in meja friendly options.
If I’m going I’m taking one of those vile little buzz boxes with me.
Bury me in a Bugatti Veyron with the Hermes leather please.
Or else in my 1976 Mercury Bobcat with the four speed stick (how I loved that car!!)
I’m a fan. R34 Skyline GT-R Z-tune.
It’s been done before, but a Cadillac Seville…Of course!
For me it’s my old 50 Ford Pickup. Indian blanket seat covers, JC Whitney rubber floor mat. One hand on the wheel one on that long floor shifter, the air vent in front of the wind shield wide open and a smile on my face.
A Volvo S80. May as well die comfy (best seats ever) and peacefully (serene Swedish styling). The airbags and the crash structure may give me an extra life.
Any Aston Martin. Although the seats in a Nash Metropolitan reclined…..
A Volvo S80. May as well die comfy (best seats ever) and peacefully (serene Swedish styling). The airbags and the crash structure may give me an extra life.
Opt for the T6 over the V8. The better turning radius will come in handy.
@Samir Syed
A 1979 Pontiac Acadian. To come full circle.
Literally lol’d at work. Well played.
As for burial, I think most fitting would be something small, as I’ve always managed to be most attracted to cars I hardly fit in. So, I’d say a Honda S600/S800.
Nissan 240Z in metallic blue.
A 1985 Mercedes-Benz 190E 2.3, gold exterior, beige interior. I like the “going full circle” idea, and if it were up to me, I’d still have that car. It might be a bit small to spend eternity in, though.