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I always do it that way when air tools are not available; bikes with real spokes you have to and some alloy wheels have many small “spokes” and it scares me to put a lot of force on an individual, so it is just habit for me.

Yes, but it allows them to leave the parking lights on accidentally and has no key-off-door-open warning and it’s a simple rocker switch that is easily nudged. Back to the original issue... if the desire is for key off parking lights without headlights, integrate it into the existing system. Volkswagen et al had it

Sadly, the best reason for parking lights is mostly gone from our culture. If you’ve ever honked at an a-hole rolling along in front of you at a drive-in theater with their headlights on, you know what I mean.

We call that the dead battery switch. Automotive chindogu that is beyond useless and causes problems. What was wrong with the standard 3-position light control with a door-open-key-off warning?

Owned by a little old lady that only used it to go to ski areas on weekends? Make that lounge cougar on roads with more salt than a gringo margarita. I’ll take the high mileage shell from Cali rather than the incipient terminal body cancer.

A Windows user from the 95/98/2000 era would think nothing of it.

What’s all the commotion about?

Automotive-sourced unobtanium is often the decay product of nosellium. I believe the Aurora was made of the same isotope of nosellium.

For those that want to butter their bread. With those fenders. Anyone want to Finnish this up?

It saddens me that upon closer inspection of the photo, the reg is not “FROMAN” as in the Chicago sausage king. It is a Grabber, after all.

Non-emergency police matter.

Thunderturd Tubeofpoop. #thirtyyearsagotoday

Or a child reaching around from the rear seat and putting enough pressure on it to engage the system. I seem to remember a Pinto that would cut the ignition when you did this.

I’d like to have you for dinner, old friend.

In retrospect, it is still

A long time ago, the word “gay” meant happy, then, then it was usurped by the homosexuals. Now it has nothing to do with what anyone wants to do with their orifices and appendages, it’s a good word to refer to effete chindogu. With that clarification, I feel justified in saying that is the gayest Jeep I have ever

I’m not traveling for the holidays unless someone gets me a proper or Yank Connie drophead to do it. (BTW, sh*tter was full.)

They only had a VW 1.7 78-81 in the US. They managed to screw that up with their engine control system and a Holley carb. Those cars should have come from the factory with an all-purpose repair kit in the glove box: A coat hanger. With that you could fashion a link to bypass broken door handles, bend a clip to