Here's the story on the other three:

And now in S-T-E-R-E-O:

"Whether thou takest water from thy brethren or cistern it doth not matter, as long as the fire is out."

A few years ago near mine in Yucca Valley.

Rueful comment about being late for the discussion, and photo showing how it was already done over 50 years ago; sometimes with reasonably clever little fillip at the end that gets me three recommendations over the next two days and is just enough to get out of the gray part.

Perfect crime: Nobody would suspect Gremlin parts to be stolen.

"I was just trying to call the DMV..."

Chop shop? They said it was in pieces.

Does Michigan's DMV have records going back far enough to tie the car to an owner?

Glad I'm not the owner of that nice daily driver '67 Mustang that unfortunately parked next to the Toyota 2000GT - I had a feeling there was going to be a left-handed compliment, and sure enough...

Offspring of a '63 Vette and an Avanti?

From the rear, that Alfa reminds me of a shrunken '59 Edsel...

American exuberance personified.

Obligatory companion piece.

Here's where the car footage came from:

The announcer says "Uh-oh" so many times I'm surprised he didn't say "Chongo"...

And although he may think he's Special... he's certainly no Roadmaster.

"I'm in L.A. for Summer Slam WWE."