I thought Darts of this era had the squeeze-to-honk steering wheel. Did that come later?

I found this last year in a bargain bin, maybe at Big Lots. I thought I had found the Holy Grail. My brother and I made Speed Racer appointment television when we were kids — we got it via cable on Channel 44 in Chicago in the early 70s. I hadn't seen the show since. So I popped in the DVD and... well, I didn't…

No stinking wonder Chrysler Corp. couldn't sell cars in the late 70s. They were advertising on shows nobody watched!

@studemax: Quiet and cooperative ARE the way to go, but the officer was still in the wrong to use the taser.

crap. I meant the Capri shouts about its balls. Nothing like screwing that up to ruin the punchline. Course, a car that confident can call itself Holly Hobbie and get away with it.

My grandma would have gingerly driven the Manta. Conversely, the Opel shouts, "My balls are this ####ing big!!!"

I can see my grandma gently driving a Manta. Conversely, the testosterone-injected Capri shouts, "My balls are this %)##$ing big!!!"

I've had two wagons now, and except for occasional dreams of a new Mustang, I have no desire to go back. They carry my family and all kinds of stuff, including my two big dogs, when the need arises. And they get carlike gas mileage. My Sable, with its 6, got mid 20s, and my Matrix, with its 4, gets 30/35. (The Matrix…

Eh, both of 'em need a better conditioner.

In with the new boss ... same as the old boss? Sorry, I couldn't resist. A big ol' pat on the back to both of you, Mike and Ray.

I have an OLAP cube here. It's small, and it moves data around. It lacks style, though.

My grandparents were drinking Pabst in 1977 by the case, so it must have been gooooooooood beer.

Isn't anybody but me just horrified that a perfectly good Charger was sacrificed for this?!!?

These used to be everywhere in my Midwestern hometown, most of which were driven by Sisters of the Holy Cross. Then, one night in the early 1980s, they all just disappeared. The Ramblers, not the nuns.

I voted for the GMC nose in the poll because I think the rings around the Dodge's headlights make it look perpetually surprised.

I drove my own damn car to my 10th (Beretta) and 20th (Matrix). I didn't give a crap what anybody thought about my cars!

@B-town: In my day, men went to concerts wearing jeans, not shorts, even if it were 100 degrees in the shade. You also wore a T-shirt from the band's previous tour, if you had one.

Oh yeah. And rust. In 1980, Dad and I sanded all the rust spots off the car, and he cut a rusted-through panel off and replaced it with new metal. Then he had it repainted. By '82, the car was covered in rust spots again. Dad traded it.

My dad had a '74 Oleg Cassini Matador and THAT CAR WAS THE STUFF!!! Comfortable, reasonably powerful, and distinctive. Everybody knew us by that car. Of all the cars Dad had, it was the family's favorite.

I don't even know who Ted Haggard is, but his name is a hell of a lot funnier than Jimmy Swaggart's or Oral Roberts' or even Billy Sunday's.