Probably more likely than people fleeing the country.  But I’m sure there has to be one or two of those as well.

Thinking about the circumstances that led to these abandoned cars is quite sad. Could be the owners traveled alone and died at their destination with no next of kin to be found. 

Truth.

My client is a young man in high school with college aspirations.

There are only two types of Bentley to buy: A brand new one, or a very, very, old one.

Or to put it another way — If you can’t afford a new Bentley, you can’t afford a Bentley.

Buying a cheap Bentley seems to be a fast way of owning your most expensive car. ND.

“1/2 ρ V² × S × CL” - a cheaper, easier way to travel long distances?

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Or the road could be dug out a bit more.  Other than worrying about drainage, this is as significantly simpler solution.

International Man of Misery.

So to be clear, you’re sure you aren’t James Bond?

Aren’t you an automotive blogger who wrenches on rusty Jeeps? How are you always like, in Germany, then in a parking lot in Richmond, Virginia partying, then back in Germany going to Turkey? What are you f--n James Bond?

My thoughts exactly. I’d take this wiring over a hidden, spliced to hell, chewed up, taped up, disaster waiting to happen. I can appreciate the idea and the low buck execution. That’s at least a helluva a start to making a proper harness and fuse/relay panel, after dumping that sweet plywood.

One of the main reasons small cars don’t tow at US highway speeds has to do with tongue weight.  Simply put, you can’t put enough weight on the tongue to tow safely with small cars.  Most small cars certainly have the power.

Almost looks like they grafted just a little bit of the PBY to a normal boat. Maybe where that blue cheat-line is? Strange and interesting!

I cheated - it flies over my house routinely, so I knew about it already. ;)

This concept’s fatal flaw is that, since you already have a helicopter, why would you sleep in it instead of just flying it to the nearest 5 star hotel for the night? 

When I was a kid, we also had a cat who loved to eat flies. Unfortunately, he was extremely cross-eyed and not too bright, so his efforts to actually catch flies were rarely successful. On the rare occasion when he did catch one, though, he was the happiest cat in the world.

I had a Chihuahua that was a master at killing bees.