10, 9, 8, 7, 6,....

LOL - you saved me the write-up. Though my Spitfire ALWAYS starts, it’s as reliable as sunrise, and my rear window doesn’t unzip. But once you do all the aerobic excersize, the top barely keeps water out anyway. So I just don’t ever put mine up.

Hey, I know that sequence. It’s nice to know Triumph is at least consistent and my TR6 is about the same, though I have a different sequence after step 15.

Pretty much the same with my TR6, except #17, of course - that’s what you get for choosing a Spitfire

Honestly laughed out loud at 17. COTD

When you undo snaps and zippers, you should be exposing boobs, not the interior of a car.

In other words, proper British motoring!

#17 gets you COTD

The early Renaults like the 1900 model you show used a thermosiphonic cooling system; there’s no water pump. Instead, the temperature difference between the hot water in the block and the cold water in the exposed radiator creates enough circulation by convection to transfer the heat.

My dad’s VW had that! But it wasn’t removable; just a rusted hole in the floor.

Here is your Naked German motor

Been there! Luckily it was at 8MPH.

Aww hex, I’m #008000 with envy that I didn’t think of it first.

You don’t drive your kids in one of these (there isn’t even a third row for them). You buy them their own minivan, complete with driver, nannies, and bodyguards. And I’m seriously not joking, this is how most Chinese plutocrats do it.

My 1968 Dodge Polara had a matchbook from “Kitty’s Pleasure Palace - Denver’s Finest in Adult Entertainment” in the glovebox :-P 

Any chance I could have my December 1980 copy of ‘Big Jugs Enthusiast’ back please?

I had to scroll this far down to find the non-retarded perspective on this. Sigh. 

All I know is my car gets forty rods to the hogshead and that’s the way I likes it

I don't care if the actual car was rubbish, it was a firm favourite in my matchbox car collection. 

Yeah, or the ones who slowly creep towards the light because it’s red and they have no reason to be in a hurry to get there, except they don’t realize there’s someone behind them who needs to turn and the green arrow they have isn’t going to be there by the time the person in front of them crawls to the light.