In the middle part of the 20th century, the venerated MAD magazine got loads of mileage out of Americans’ angst about their less-than-reliable cars of the time. Today we get a look at writer-artist Dave Berg’s take on the Chilton/Haynes literature genre.
Remember how service stations would have a tub of soapy water next to the air hose and tire bay? Remember service stations? Nonetheless, I’d be more likely during a tire change to lose one of the lugnuts, rather than the hubcap. (And Lordy, a bumper jack! Death on a stick!)
Actually, it wasn’t a rattle, but an Easter egg that I found under a bunch of kid’s stuff in the rear of our Volvo 960 wagon…MONTHS after Easter. And it was a real egg; boiled, but real. That super-clean car had developed a funky smell, as you can imagine, and I finally (and literally) had to dismantle the whole interior to find the source.