Word: dashboards
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...announces the gas tank. It sounds like something out of Looney Tunes, but a talking Ford may well be in the future, not to mention babbling Buicks and loquacious Lincolns. Ford and General Motors are tinkering with computerized voice synthesizers that in several years could replace the dashboard gauges with oral announcements about the condition of the car. Officials of both companies stress that audible autos are still a long way off, but, says a GM spokesman, "We might have something to show you in a couple of years...
Mohammed Amini, 33, the son of a Tehran mattress maker, supports his wife and daughter by driving a heavy Mercedes truck. On runs that may take him as far as Turkey or even West Germany, he likes to shove a cassette into the tape deck on his dashboard to listen to his favorite commentator: Ayatullah Khomeini...
...such assorted human characters as Elliott Gould, Carol Kane and Telly Savalas on his journey to Los Angeles. At one point the Muppets are riding in an old Studebaker, with Fozzie at the wheel, several others in .he front seat and another bunch in the rear. Jammed under the dashboard and behind the back seat with all of their cables and TV monitors lie half a dozen puppeteers. In addition to Henson and Oz there are Jerry Nelson, who does Floyd and Dr. Strangepork, and can project nine different voices; Richard Hunt, a young, curly-headed, outgoing fellow who does...
...better idea. An eager young sales manager in the 1950s, he figured he would pep up a dull convention of 1,100 Ford salesmen by proving in a live demonstration that if he dropped an egg from a 10-ft-high ladder onto Ford's new crash-padded dashboard, the egg would not break. He was wrong. Until last week, that was one of the very few times that lacocca came close to having egg on his face. After 32 years with Ford, the plain-spoken son of an Italian immigrant was a Horatio Alger-hero on wheels...
...schedules, only of driving. Traveling up the East Coast at night in a rented car at 70 miles per hour became a state of being--the hum of the tires, the turning of the passengers asleep in the back seat, the constant mirror check for state police, the dashboard light casting eerie shadows across the driver's face, the A.M. radio pulling in music from Nashville, New York City, Tulsa, Cleveland, Savannah. The mirage of Fort Lauderdale was far behind, left to reform in the distance. For now anyway, we were in motion, and that was enough