Nothing. Not a single droplet formed. That would satisfy a doctor, that’s what they always did on television – if no mist formed on the mirror, there was no breath. Perhaps, he thought anxiously to himself, perhaps it was something to do with having heated wing mirrors. Didn’t this car have heated wing mirrors? Hadn’t the salesman gone on and on about heated this, electric that, and servo-assisted the other? Maybe they were digital wing mirrors. That was it. Digital, heated, servo-assisted, computer controlled, breath-resistant wing mirrors…
It was a battered yellow Citroën 2CV which had had one careful owner but also three suicidally reckless ones.
Doc Hopper: Find me a bear and a frog in a brown Studebaker.
Max: All I see is a bear and a frog in a rainbow Studebaker.
Michael Kelso: If this van’s a-rockin’… we’re in there doing it.
Mr. Shaw: Sometimes evil drives a minivan.
My primary motivation behind buying a car, despite the scarcity of my funds, was that I refused to be driven around town in a car with red and blue lights on top. Nothing slows down traffic like a cop.
Mr. Mosby: Now, put the stick shift into drive.
London: You mean the PRNDL?
Driving a Porsche in London is like bringing a Ming vase to a football game.
Sherlock Holmes: Try not to start a war before I get home – you know what it does to the traffic.
When the light turns green, you go. When the light turns red, you stop. But what do you do when the light turns blue with orange and lavender spots?