You'd have to prime and paint those, though. The black primer whatever they put on them tends to come off with time, and then you have rusty old wheels.

If I had a camera, I could go out right now and take a picture of my buddy's hubcaps. Trust me, they're painted (poorly), as they were with my '10 Civic, my '99 Accord, and my '91 Civic. You could probably go out and get a brand-new '13 Civic and it will have the same shit-tastic painted hubcaps on it if you didn't…

It actually isn't a bad idea per se. It's kind of hard to lose a hubcap if it's bolted to the wheel. I just hate that they start to look like shit after a few years, and it's not so simple to just replace them with something one might find at Pep Boys.

Or crappy hubcaps. I've owned three Hondas, and they all had the craptastic painted plastic hubcaps that go on BEFORE you put on the lug nuts. I'm sure somebody had this brilliant idea back in the 1980s that this would make them harder to steal, but that would probably matter more if the damned paint didn't peel off…

Yep, all over the place in NYC.

Pete Rose would have been standing on first base before the ball rolled fair.

Well, yeah. The suspension was about as primitive as it got; the T was basically a horse buggy with a motor attached. If you went anywhere close to top speed, you'd bounce the thing off the road.

But it didn't go all that fast. About 30 or so MPH top speed, I think. Plenty of time to think about what you're doing.

Well, most of us have gotten whatever raise we're going to get this year, so it seems the most logical time to think about upping your retirement savings percentage.

Seven years is a decent ballpark average around our house. I replace one (maybe) about every other year, and most of them are about six or seven years old.

Ken Griffey Sr. played right field. Quite well, I might add. I think Babe Ruth did, too, but they didn't snag him from the Red Sox because of his glove.

I had to look it up to be sure, but he's the second to do it for the Cincinnati Reds = Vander Meer was the first.

Must be one of those joints where they have a million kinds of beer. Bet more than a couple of people wonder, "where the hell is Utica, New York?" Smack dab in the middle of the state, that's where.

As we used to say in UC-land, we drink all we can; the rest we sell. Cheers to you if you can find Utica Club outside a 30-mile radius or so of Utica (I think the Fort Drum Class Six store carries it, but that's really pushing it). Best $14/case brewski there is.

Phoenix, Arizona, of all places, is a "great hockey town?" Really? Name one Phoenix native in the NHL. OK, name one Phoenix native in all of professional hockey. Hockey in Phoenix is kind of like having a saguaro cactus growing in one's back yard in Syracuse, New York - an oddity to say the least. I have heard,…

I like the last one. Maybe you can use the big 6" drainage pipes to make a carport/garage or a greenhouse. I wonder if somebody on eBay has old GP-Medium army tents for sale.

It sure would say to the whole world, "f*** you, bitches! I'm so loaded I can buy a supercar that was actually driven by the Stig on BBC television (certificate of authenticity in a frame in my den), and then do this to it!"

Jaaaaaaguar?

Man, if it weren't for my old lady, I wouldn't be doing it either. But I'm up anyway, so I do it because 6:30 is a ridiculous time to be showing up to work.

And the most lucrative sinecure ever.