A few months ago, I wrote about Subaru’s truly demented design for headlights in which bulb replacement is done by detaching the lining of the wheel well, lying on the ground, reaching one arm up into the bowels of the car like James Herriot delivering a calf, and blindly fumbling with connectors and clasps while balancing a delicate halogen bulb. On the way home last night, I noticed that my right headlight was out. So I get to repeat the process, but this time with my non-dominant hand. Should be a right treat.