This weekend I was at the Hilton Head Concurs, wandering around and devaluing all the cars I approached within a few feet, when a saw a really novel little sky-blue car with the face of a cowfish but the presence of a lithe little champion. It was called an Arnott, and it has a fascinating story that I’ll be covering in more detail soon (the only race car to be built by a woman-owned firm!) but for the moment I just want to show you one detail you’ve likely seen on countless race cars, and tell you the nickname it has. Because it’s funny.
The detail are those little hood/trunk latches that have little flip-up covers and use a hex key to lock or unlock. These things:
You’ve probably already guessed, but the nickname for these are “toilet seats” because damn, they look exactly like a toilet seat. I mean, if I piss off a witch tomorrow and she transforms me into a little mouse or vole or something, I’m going to get one of these and build myself a little toilet, because I don’t care what I look like, I am not shitting on people’s floors or in their cabinets.
I think I’ll take out the spring in there, though. I don’t need the lid to pin me on that seat.