Wasn't it mounted down there because it was a DIRECT power switch? No relays. All the juice going to the headlights went right through it.

When I was there a couple of years ago I hired a guy and his '54 Bel Air to tour my wife and I around Havana. He was a friend of a friend. The body and interior were in great shape and pretty much stock. The powertrain, however, consisted mainly of parts salvaged from a diesel truck (Toyota?) and artfully massaged…

What good is a "hidden compartment" if it can found?

I've always felt that the white and maroon combination used on early '60's Rambler Ambassadors worked rather nicely.

Once upon a time, I ditched cable and my TV.

Actually lawyers? Who make a living by suing folks who get up in there faces at the events they picket?

A local '92 Acura Integra (DA) named "Eclypz". Loads of great mods, but clean, clean, clean . . .

Coincidence. Not "irony".

Coincidence. Not "irony".

If you drive prairie highways in a '69 Econoline you may discover that gophers (aka "Prairie Dogs") have an unfortunate tendency to stand up on their hind legs just before you are about to pass over them. This results in their being, more or less, rather neatly decapitated by the van's I-beam front suspension . . .

Highway driving a "boogied" '64 Ford Econoline van at night in northern BC, my brother hit an elk at about 70mph. It had run straight out of the woods. The front of the van was crushed; but my brother was, miracously, uninjured and his passenger suffered "only" a twisted ankle (foot turned around backwards) and some…

I think I'll just cancel my plans for US road trips . . .

Integra/RSX

Just drive (aim?) the back of your car to line up with the front of the car parked behind you . . .

Sort of the vehicle version of toe fungus . . .

Wright's were "first" in a manner that was readily repeatable (see definition of scientific method). Perhaps, someday, we'll have "cold fusion" but that won't mean those whack job dudes, from a few decades ago, were "first". The Enola Gay traces directly back to Kitty Hawk . . .

Once upon a time, a cool car equated with some kind of personal merit or accomplishment. Now, it's merely having the coin - often acquired in some tedious or fortuitous fashion. Yawn . . .

Mass transit.

In 1990 I bought a new, black, loaded S10. It was a POS. The dealer service was appalling; "Oh. They all do that. They're made in Mexico. Ignore it." - regarding a faulty oil gauge.

They bite.