Buicks

I recently vented on the disappearance of spare tires and jacks in cars. As long as you have the button to call the pleasant lady who will get you going in no time, you simply don't need these things anymore.

Except when your 60-ish brain says "with a good car jack, I could move that garden center counter". Your brain is NOT failing you - auto technology is.  The pleasant lady at the other side of the button doesn't really deal with "I just want to borrow a jack for 15 minutes".

Being a college graduate, I called my neighbors who have vintage Buicks.  These are the cars that you buy because they never age, and like Dorian Gray, you don't either.

It took us 10 minutes to read the directions on how to REMOVE the jack from its mount in the trunk, much less use it.

But, by gum, that counter is moved.  I'm thinking of convincing my nice neighbors to just throw the jack away - reinstalling it will take a technician. Brown engineering degree? Useless. YOU try to read those directions. Hah!  Read?  Only pictorials.  

And to my endless dismay, it was a winder.