If you press them both at once you enter another dimension, a dimension not only of sight and sound but of mind. A journey into a wondrous land of imagination. That’s the signpost up ahead - your next stop, the Twilight Zone.
Oh, I was hoping you meant like the dune buggy my friend made (long before he was old enough to drive). He wired a separate switch for each headlight.
clickclickclickclick to wink at you.
If the car makes it that far.
My, that is some fine Corinthian leather. (Different car I know but Jeez Louise is that a shitwagon.) Given the age, it’s unsurprising the upholstery is rotted.
And wow is that a mid-late 1970s interior design aesthetic.
I got a ticket for Attempted Speeding.
Both, depending on the model year.
A coworker had the Geo version.
I can smell that interior.
Yeah. I can smell what it smelled like when new or when 5-10 years old. Trapped SoCal dust and all. Ahhh, the sweet smell of youth then and nostalgia now.
Assuming that’s a modern-ish photo of a junkyard car, I really don’t want to smell what it smells like when the picture was taken; rotting foam rubber and animal urine is not good. 25 yo ciggie smoke too.
I tried to drive a Geo Metro from Logan Airport to Montpelier, Vermont in a whiteout blizzard. We made it to a little north of Manchester in about three hours. I was basically behind an 18-wheeler most of the way and that’s the only way I knew I was still on a road. After a dozen or so incidents of slippage and slideage, we bailed and got a motel. Talk about white knuckling it. I still have nightmares about that drive.
Piffle. I would regularly drive my 1974 Honda Civic down NY 81 from Watertown to Syracuse through a foot of snow on the road. No visibility. Just white knuckle it and hope for the best.
Young and extremely dumb.
Were you also ugly?
Absolutely.
I’ve become a better person in my old age. I return my shopping cart now. And even back then I left more than a 10% tip.
The fact that @LSLGuy wrote “add throttle” rather than “hit the gas” shows he was wearing his pilot’s hat when he posted that.
“Bond, bail bond.”
Ah, so he came close to ending up as stew. Huh.
The name is Bond. Late Bond.
almost.
I feel like there should be some joke about geothermal seismic activity making things shaken but not stirred, and I can’t come up with it.
He is a college economics major at Loyola University in Chicago who does an armed robbery getting $110 from it. Brown pleaded guilty to aggravated robbery and got off with a very light sentence–he was sentenced to two years of probation as well as 56 days in jail, which he had already served by the date of sentencing.