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...party's over. Now for that long drive back home to sleep it off. You weave your way to your 1975 Chevrolet, climb in, settle back and turn the ignition key. Five numbers light up in red on your dashboard−and quickly go out. What were they? You try to repeat that sequence by quickly punching five numbered buttons in the proper order; in your stupor, you are too slow−or you get one number wrong. Try again. A different sequence of numbers flashes on. Another miss. Better pull yourself together and concentrate. But you fail...
...freeway. We pulled into a service station, and the three others slid out of the car to take care of things. Not feeling particularly mobile, I pushed back the reclining passenger seat (a standard feature on the 1970 Volvo), put my feet up on the dashboard, and turned to L. A.'s psychedelic station on the FM radio. I closed my eyes and listened to Al Kooper's guitar, clasping my hands on my well-packed gut and thinking about the bargain I'd won that...
...opposite sides of the glass, for no more than five or six seconds. Then, his body still motionless, he rotated his head to look at the packages in the back seat, to the hood of our gleaming red Volvo, to the blaring stereo cartridge/AM-FM radio system on the dashboard, up and down my reclining body, and, just for a split second, back at my face. Then he stepped away from the window to pull the gas nozzle out of the tank, leaving a thick streak on the area he was cleaning...
That young man was clocked at 80 m.p.h. before he hit those people. The parents were killed instantly. The youngsters were injured critically. And that young man-it took 35 minutes with a blowtorch to get him off the dashboard...
...found some Nader innovations irritating. On a drive across his Texas ranch, L.B.J. noticed a spot on the windshield of his new Chrysler and groped for the washer and wiper knobs. Still unfamiliar with the Nader-inspired safety feature of non-protruding knobs, Johnson pawed at the dashboard in vain while he continued to drive. Utterly frustrated, he turned to a passenger and muttered: "That goddamned Nader...