Yenko.

There's also the demo of the avid-in-the-1950s/60s who have gotten toned down, what with the grandchildren and the bad shoulder -- I see these guys and gals on the road fairly often. I'm sure they could still kick someone's ass.

I used to work on my cars back before they got so computery and complex--it was necessity, being a poor student, and a lot of people did change their own oil , do routine maintenance etc. and you learn a lot that way. I learned, for example, that some superglue will hold a brake line until you get home. Getting said brake line detached the next day is a different story. My first realization of not being dirt poor was the first time I realized I could take the car to a shop instead of having to crawl around under it myself. My next car will have a carb--though by then the arthritis in my fingers will make some stuff impossible. And I have mixed feelings about that.

Too much to use it as a daily or sometimes driver. I've been watching the market (with mixed feelings) as 60s and some 50s cars are turning up for sale at a reduced prices--as people have to sell off things to survive. Back in the day I saw one or two very nice rods built on the 64 platform--the wagon is a nice change but out of my price range.

Somehow it turns out I am usually listening to them in the car--if you go with their PBS languid flow, they do have great advice. I like the sense of humor. My favorite joke of theirs: A woman calls in and says "I have a problem with my Volkswagen Quantum." Immediate response: "And you can't find a quantum mechanic?"

The passengers.

Introducing Glade's newest mist air freshener fragrance: Tire Fire.

It may well have been carpet before he got started.

At least you are allowed doughnuts!

This was one of MoPar's duller designs, from the front end, way too generic and un-eccentric for a MoPar. But from the rear, you gotta love how the tail lights look like L-brackets, just added on as an afterthought to hold the rear and sides together.