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That was a proposed spinoff after Cheers ended - Sam gets his PI license and goes into business as Mayday Investigations. IIRC it was supposed to be called High Hard One.

We got Fraiser instead.

Same - other than things like running clothes (which often have a little logo on them) all of my logo clothes are for bars or restaurants I’ve been to. Everything else is Blipshift shirts. FWIW, I’ve been tempted, when thinking of building a car with roundels on it, of making them look like the Old Style shield.

I kind of like simplified tribute liveries. I’d totally rock a Bronco two door with the gold and white colors, but without the Olympia logos and whatnot. 

I was once working on my MG Midget, and that car had a nice little ledge inside the grille opening, perfect for setting things down, which I would do whenever I was tinkering with it. I forget what I was working on but I got the car started and took it out for a test drive, and you can guess what happened next. First

We have two identical socket sets for our use - literally just bought two of the same thing, one stays upstairs and one downstairs (in theory). They’re the kinds that have a ton of sockets, two wrenches, and a bunch of little box end wrenches as well. Which hasn’t stopped people from taking, say, three wrenches from

I’ve only lost a 10mm socket at work* - where everyone has access to the two socket sets on site. Never lost one in my personal sets.

*not a mechanic. This is for assembling furniture, where the 10 mil is still common. 

So, this is FarmVille, with cars? Like, it’s a part time job that you need to babysit when you’re going to be offline for a couple days? With no pay?

As I recall reading in a book somewhere, Whippet owners in prewar and immediate postwar LA were advised to keep an eye on their cars, as the radiator shells were popular with lakes racers, being smaller than your typical Ford or Chevy item. Lots of midnight junkyard runs for them.

Car’s on autopilot. Of course you’re taking a nap!

No, the Rodeo is just dissolving. Get rid of everything except the Toyota, get one more reliable vehicle that isn’t dissolving, call it done.

Deep cut. Take a star, on me! 

Our first computer had EGA (or maybe even VGA, it was so long ago I can’t remember) but because I knew almost nothing about computers I played games in CGA for months before my dad told me how to select the correct one. 

That’s the problem with having a Box these days - you’d never get any privacy, there’d be crowds of people all around. Oh, wait.....

I have visions of all the people who complained about not being able to come up with a password sitting angrily in their houses surrounded by digital clocks all blinking “12:00", or covered in electrical tape so they don’t have to see it. VCR, oven, microwave, car, etc. 

That old car is worth money!

Well, I stopped reading most of the above magazines not because I couldn’t afford them but because I realized I was buying them out of habit and not enjoying reading any of them. EVO eventually became all about exotic cars, where the earlier issues often had something about the cheap end of the hobby (as glad as I am

These are gorgeous photos, and are making me want to hunt down some old issues of Performance Car and EVO just to stare at the photography.

I never bought a whole lot of them - I know people who have or had hundreds of movies on DVDs and VHS. But the ones I have I want to keep, because they’re often things that are either hard to find streaming (old TV shows like the Avengers or the State) or things that were hard to get in the first place (the Canadian

So what do we think is parked in front of the Biscayne? It’s really impossible to tell, but something’s there, mostly hidden by the power pole. I’m gonna make a guess that it’s something British - it looks like a traditional three-window soft top to the right of the pole, something common on most British ragtops of

That gif is weird. I totally thought that whatever car part that flies off to the right looks like someone trying to get out of the car, or being knocked out of it.