On the flight back to Memphis last night, I grabbed an in-flight magazine and thumbed through it. There was a cute article about collectors of old "nerd cars" from the seventies and the writer described how he rode one of these collector's fully restored AMC Pacer through town. He said almost every man in a certain age bracket who saw him go by gasped in delight despite the car's infamy when it came out, lol. Now, the good part: while he did so, he listened to an old 8-track cassette of Hotel California in the car's 8-track player. He said the quality of the cassette was so bad that it sounded like the Eagles had recorded the album underwater.