This may not be a popular thread and I’ll probably be put down but who cares!

[Cherokee]

2018 Ford Focus ST with 2.0L 252 Horsepower, engine.
Red light race,
He pulled a half a car length on me at take off.
Rightly so, that car is little.
I walked away from him and my gas pedal never hit the floor. He gave up at about 60 mph.
My engine never needed to go above 5,500 rpm. My eight speed was so friggin smooth.
I blew his doors off.

I should get a Hybrid before I get myself into trouble, Then I’d have to behave.

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[Six Foot Pickle]

Hey, you are not the only one! Mine is in the driveway outside a living room window and when the TV gets boring I just peek at my little beast.

 

[Darthie]

Looks great!!! Where did you buy your hood scoop?

Thanks, Online from a ford dealer with the lowest price. Cant remember which.

I had a 6' privacy fence put along our driveway last month and added solar lights on the posts. I use the excuse I am checking to see if the lights are working to look out the office window. In reality I put the lights up so I could see the Maverick at night.

Pictures please.

 

[Robot-Wrangler]

I’ve had my Maverick for about 5 months and I absolutely love it. I park it outside my front window so I can walk over and look at it whenever it pleases me. The last time I was this giddy is when I met my wife. Sorry for the negativity but it’s the way I feel.

A hood scoop on a Maverick pickup is like having teats on a boar

 

[Darthie]

A hood scoop on a Maverick pickup is like having teats on a boar

Quite in the peanut gallery please.

 

[Meeka]

Quite in the peanut gallery please.

Quiet!

 

[Kenv24]

Quiet!

Yep....I noticed he spelled Shut Up wrong......and after all that.....

 

[thev8man]

I’ve had my Maverick for about 5 months and I absolutely love it. I park it outside my front window so I can walk over and look at it whenever it pleases me. The last time I was this giddy is when I met my wife. Sorry for the negativity but it’s the way I feel.

Booyah

My wife and I love the Mavericks unilaterally.

 

[thev8man]

You know you really wanted that rolling trash can parked next to your Tremor.

Booyah

 

[MaverickNoticer]

I love that hood!!!

 

[Darthie]

Imagine how much yellow pollen, dead bugs, etc will end up under there.

I have hinges on mine so I ca clean under.

 

[MakinDoForNow]

wise, if you did. hard to tell sometimes when you are serious or joking,

Ahhh! You got me thinking so I looked up Darthie and found Irish so must assume he's dead serious with also Darth Vader symbology.

 

[Darthie]

Ahhh! You got me thinking so I looked up Darthie and found Irish so must assume he's dead serious with also Darth Vader symbology.

Hmmmm interesting thought process.

 

[riparian]

This thread got me thinking of a time before I was around, so I'm sharing this story with you about, well, you'll see...

In a sunbaked corner of Arizona, where the desert wind sometimes carried the scent of old motor oil and mesquite, lived a man named Louie “Chrome” Cardinale. His modest garage was more like a museum—filled with glistening metal, tailfins sharp enough to slice air, and enough whitewall tires to start a parade. But of all the mid-century marvels he adored, one feature made Louie downright giddy:

Dagmar bumpers—also known as bullet bumpers, or bumperettes.

To Louie, they weren’t just chrome lumps sticking out from the front end of a ‘55 Cadillac. No sir. These pointed protrusions were the crown jewels of 1950s automotive design—bold, brash, and cheekily inspired by the figure of TV personality Dagmar, who was known for her… shall we say, eye-catching silhouette.

“I mean, c’mon,” Louie would say, leaning back in a creaky lawn chair, sipping a root beer float like he was ten years old again. “You look at a modern car and it’s got no soul. No curves. No guts. But these—these bullet bumpers? They talk to ya.”

He’d polish them until they gleamed like a soldier’s brass buttons, admiring how the sun danced off each chrome cone like it was flirting with him.

Kids in the neighborhood didn’t get it—at first.

“Why does your car have torpedoes on the front, Mr. Chrome?” one asked, eyes wide.

Louie grinned. “Those ain’t torpedoes, kid. Those are Dagmars—bullet bumpers. They’re from a time when America wasn’t afraid to show off a little. When a car had curves, confidence, and a front end that said hello there before the horn even did.”

And every now and then, he’d slow dance in the garage to a scratchy Nat King Cole record, gazing at the gleaming chrome cones like they were old flames.

Because for Louie—and for anyone who remembers the glory days of Detroit—those bullet bumpers weren’t just decoration.

They were declaration.

I'm so old I got the Dagmar reference. I was just a young lad when she was on television, but I'd started to notice certain features on...cars.

 

[Meeka]

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I'm so old I got the Dagmar reference. I was just a young lad when she was on television, but I'd started to notice...cars.

Kinda also reminds me of the ‘57 Chevy bumper, which I love, cause of the year I was brought into this effed up world! Mind you, wasn’t then!

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