No, not a quonset hut. Google "Lustron." Here's a good article:

Agree completely, with your first paragraph especially. I live in St. Louis, and there are a number of stamped steel houses still standing in the area. No sane person would want to live in one if he could afford something else.

The whole "she's a girl" thing is a bit of a distraction.  The fact that she's doing ALL facets of car restoration/rebuilding/modification and is halfway done with her project AT FOURTEEN is the takeaway.  Yes, there have been fourteen year old boys in the same position, but not all that many.  And most, like myself,…

No one has mentioned Race Car Replicas/Superlite Cars right here in the USA. Run by a transplanted Brit from the Isle of Man named Fran Hall (with what has to be massive Dexedrine habit, given his output), RCR builds rollers in which you install your own drivetrain. What rollers, you ask? How about this list: GT40…

Add in the fact that it was designed to hold about ten people. A friend's mom drove one of these 3X a week for school carpool, with 8-10 kids in it, me being one of them. No belts, and my friend and I sat on the engine cover at the very back. This was not uncommon in the '60s and '70s. Good thing we never got into…

Er... Ever hear of back-up lights? Or does the car have suicide doors?

Folks, I woke up early and couldn't get back to sleep. And then I found this thread...

Oh, man... You've been reading my mind. My stroke was twelve years ago, at age 43, and the exact same thing happened to me. I always felt my physical skills and talents would ebb slowly over time. Nope. Forty years of deterioration in less than 24 hours. Sucks.

You need more choices. My 420 hp 2007 Jeep SRT8 will outrun a turbo Cayenne because the Jeep is a full half-ton lighter. And it's not a maintenance nightmare. I drove my cousin's turbo Cayenne for two weeks when he went out of town and that's what convinced me to buy the Jeep. No regrets.

My vote goes to the greatest self-taught vehicular engineer of all time, The Michigan Madman, E.J. Potter. When I was 9 years old, Dad took me to see E.J. Potter and his V-8 motorcycle at a local track.

Sounds like the pilot was Bud Holland...