Not sure I’d try it at work, but something like this is how a lot of people spend their Saturday afternoons when doing yard work, painting, watching some college football, etc. 0.05% is a couple of beers in an hour and then another every two or so hours thereafter. It’s also how you get into the evening asking…

...and there’s unfortunately lots of sugar in alcohol.

I’ve had a couple of really funny similar airplane experiences to his. Early morning flights, 90% businessmen, all crying to Big Fish on one occasion and Friday Night Lights (movie) on the other.  Obviously before individual in-flight entertainment.

I don’t know that I’ve ever even seen a trailer for it, but that still is remarkable.

I’ve seen old used children’s books with inscriptions like “To James on his fifth birthday, Love Nana” and for some reason am always incredibly moved by it. The woman who wrote that is probably gone, and the little boy middle-aged with kids of his own. It’s such an incredible time warp.

Oh almost certainly.  By the time I was old enough to drive these things were on their fourth owners.

No one who drove this car could afford to front a kilo of coke.

But...probably runs!

You know it smells like a boat that’s been stored behind the garage and the canvas top not taken off in three years. 

There is NO other answer.  There is no nostalgia value in that car.  If you had to drive one, you were humiliated.  Just seeing them made you sad.  It’s the worst brown in the history of auto paint.  Someone wasted their life keeping it showroom.

They should just drag it out into a field to be overtaken as habitat, like decommissioned offshore pipelines that serve as artificial reefs.

And a Road Atlanta sticker! 

Yeah, what the actual fuck on that one? The ONLY answer is the NP voters are all under 40 and don’t understand the social stigma associated with driving a Reliant.

If it’s lived it’s life in Alabama then the rust is more likely on the inside from leaving the windows down for 10 years.

Prove it.

If we ever get to full autonomy these things will come raging back.  Can you imagine being able to take a fully horizontal nap in the back of your car while it smoothly delivers you to your destination?

I swear my aunt had whatever this car is. Note the sizeable ashtrays on the doors.

Yeah but that changing view was always a treat, because whatever was going on out there was so far away it may as well been a drive-in screen. Seeing the front of the hood as a vantage point while turning made the world look like the old rear projection driving effects from movies. Cresting a hill and seeing nothing…

Isn’t that basically Christine?  If so I wouldn’t worry about wrecking, she’s tough.

I don’t miss the lack of turning control, but always found the sensation soothing when you reached the bottom of a hill and the car needed a few hundred yards of gentle bouncing for the weight and suspension to find equilibrium.  That’s the feeling I associate with these cars.