You can at least find parts for a VW Bus. I think they have to have somebody in Italy make parts for that Alfa by hand. If you like looking at your van, immobile, in your driveway a lot, well, there you go.

I give you the 1960 Edsel. Say what you want, but this is just a pretty car. My neighbor down the street has one, and I had to do a double-take when I first saw it, seeing as they only made a couple thousand of them, and there are probably maybe a couple hundred (tops) left on the road.

Man, you don't know just how bulletproof the Chevette was. I had a brown 1980 "sedan." One day, the crankshaft bolt sheared off, leaving the fan belt in shreds and the crankshaft pulley on the side of the road. Now, I know what you're thinking at that point if that were to happen to you - tow truck. Nope. I was…

That's because they're driven by people who have no interest in cars. Like my better half. Door dings? Those add character. Just shove that junk in the back seat to one side and have a seat. Is there any more room in the trunk? No? Well, I've been meaning to run out to the Salvation Army to drop that stuff off…

A German friend of ours once described Indianapolis as a city the size of Munich with nothing to do.

Funny thing, that. Most people who drive Buicks have all this horsepower that's just going to waste. The way most geezers drive them, you might as well put a four-banger sewing machine engine from an old Corolla in it.

So what kind of stuff is there to do in Covington? Any good IT stuff?

Taxes are low, but wait until you have kids to send to school. Kentucky isn't exactly a top-ten state in that regard. That state is the poster child for "you get what you pay for."

And then I get to add a little sticker underneath that says, "is a thief."

I once thought of doing that to my wife's car for April Fool's Day. A stick figure woman with wild hair, and about fifty of the cat figures.

What you said. I lived in Columbia, SC, once upon a time, and I wouldn't admit to having bought anything from Jim Hudson (see upthread). At least license plate brackets can be removed/hacked/etc. Dealer badges are a different story, especially when installation involved drilling holes in the metal.

Or find a car with out of state or Canadian plates and install it there.

And what if you find the GPS, remove it, put it on another car with Canadian plates, and when you come in for your safety check, grin and tell 'em, "gee, I have no idea what doohickey you're talking about."

It's what many professional athletes and lottery winners have in common, unfortunately. Nobody ever taught either how to manage money.

I guess this guy knows about how long he can continue collecting those $700,000/year paychecks. Average four years, and then what? Selling reverse mortgages or really bad insurance?

What I see is sharply increased interest in baseball toward the end of the regular season, which falls precipitously once it is known which teams made the playoffs. This is likely because the only people who care about the *LDS, *LCS, and World Series are those whose favorite teams are in it. I wonder what would…

Or so the owner of that particular wagon thinks.

There is a big difference between taking steroids to recover from an injury and taking them so you can break Mark Maguire's home run record. MLB should learn to recognize the difference.

Bite me. The inspiration came to me a day late. Note that I've already gotten two blue stars.