Insulting? Hum? A rose by any name would smell as sweet.
When the car won't start and the solution is just that they didn't know they had to turn the key, and this repeats and repeats and repeats, I tend to side with the Ford perspective (and to me that is shocking because I normally call them out) that there was no market for a car that did not conform to the expected results.
It may simply have to do with the relatively radical thought of the car to begin with for it's time? It is shockingly different then a Camaro or even a Mustang of the time.
It is also a result of obtaining a "Horse of a Different Color" at the absolute bottom of it's value?
But I can't help but wonder how some owners wound up with the car and how so many have such little insight in to it? How they can immediately come to the conclusion that an MSD is the proverbial solution to all without an iota of even a Google search for options?
I openly admit that I'm no genius. Not the brightest star in the night sky, but the vision of putting the body on the frame of a four wheel drive Toyota and running the Baja is just so ridiculous that it turns my gut sour.
How someone comes here essentially yelling rape because the car won't start and not know the battery ground needs to be connected?
I don't think that a Pantera was something to start with for a first car. Perhaps one of those kiddie pedal cars is more appropriate?
OK, maybe it's just me and perhaps I should feel flattered that they come here even if they didn't know where to put the gas in the tank? But sometimes I just loose the patience that others expect and not realize that it too is a gift, a talent to be able to hold ones cool to have to explain what A, B, C's are when it should be how to solve a simple quadratic equation and I just don't have that talent?
I suppose it is just a peeve of mine and I should apologize to those attempting to crawl out of the turnip fields and find the light? Yes, that should count for some Brownie Points.