My parents let me in the car ONCE with my grandpa. After he stopped on a two-lane highway to back up to see what kind of dead animal that was, they never again let me get in the car with him. (BTW, it was a raccoon)

Had I done “five more” I wouldn’t have found this article during work.

Bicycles are also mid-engined

When I discovered this on my car I was over the friggin moon!  It’s the first thing I show my dorky friends.

Well, my 73 VW Type III fastback didn’t have much of a defogger. I had the bright idea to fix the situation by removing the fan from a hair dryer, cutting a hole in the top of the dashboard, jamming it into the hole and wiring it in to something. The obvious answer (at the time) was the little dashboard spot light…

My old Mach I had one of these horns (yes, it was a ‘69 rim blow). Visualize this: heavy front end with no power steering. Add in under inflated front tires, and now try to parallel park without making a scene.  

My first car was a ‘73 Type III fastback, and of course I had this washer setup. I think my spare had a slow leak, or maybe the valve or tubing had dry rotted, but for whatever reason the only time I could ever use the washer was when I’d just topped off the air in the spare. Ultimately, after giving up on the squirt…

So...turn signals?  I don’t understand.

I opened a time capsule from 1993, my closet.  One of these days my wife is going to make me throw these t-shirts away.

Dang it!  I came here looking for something lame to waste five minutes, not a half-hour of magic like this!

It’s weird, I love seeing these cars individually, but seeing them all over the place in these pictures, with the trash and general blight, it made me very slightly nauseous.  I think it’s because I’ve survived this era that I don’t want to relive it. 

This made me laugh out loud.

I always thought the best anti-theft device would be to drape some dingy underpants over the steering wheel. Thread-bare, grey, once-tighty whities.  I told an old girlfriend this theory once, and she asked if I thought it would work with women’s underpants too.  “uh...no.  Quite the opposite”.

I went through a phase of finding the perfect car...on paper. I did all the research, figured out the right balance between size, economy, price and safety. Got the car and fucking hated driving it. So I got rid of it and I went through the process again, and hated it again. Finally I got a car that I love...and I…

This totally made my day, thanks for posting it.  I now know there’s a dirt road in Colorado that’s not four-inch washboards.

Brilliant! I believe you’re correct

The best use of heated seats is to secretly turn the passenger’s on when you’re driving with an in-law.  Never stops being funny.

Funny you say that, we just got an older Acura MDX for our daughter to drive. I was thumbing through the manual when it explained that the driver’s seat has a heated back, but not the passenger’s seat because it interferes with the side airbag. Not sure how it doesn’t interfere on the driver’s, but this was the…

I’ve owned a bunch of cars with heated seats, and yeah, they’re nice but certainly not magical. I’ve never owned a car with a heated steering wheel but I’ve dreamed about how wonderful it would be.

If part of your job description is wipe the grease off your hands so you can take a picture every few minutes, you don’t make enough money.