GM’s ignition-switch crisis wore out my patience in a few days. Of the 13 fatalities repeatedly cited as indictments of GM’s badly designed, self-stalling cars, nine of them also involved alcohol, drugs, or lack of seatbelt use. If GM is a pack of murderous skinflinting bastards, at least some of its victims have served as able accomplices to the crime. Particularly repellent are the congressional hearings, whereupon the esteemed members fulminate for the cameras at the same supposedly incompetent regulators that only yesterday they were castigating as heavy-handed, antibusiness, and unworthy of funding. It reminds me of the old joke about a restaurant where “the food was so bad . . . and there was so little of it.” Disgusted by the news, I went out to the garage, where the devil always finds work for idle hands. It began with the gnawing feeling that my 1995 Mitsubishi Montero, 121,000 miles, needed new spark plugs. Why? Well, over seven years of faithful, rock-solid service, they had never been changed. There was no evidence that they needed changing, but it seemed like the nice thing to do. I also bought a set of pretty, blue NGK ignition cables that didn’t stay pretty for long. READ MORE ››
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