Your car may be your most private place, but it's liable to be searched at some point. Jalopnik readers know ten stash spots where few, if any will look.

Forget your house — your car is your most private place. So where do you hide crap in there?

What's better than two Pontiac Grand-Ams? I know, I know, you're having a hard time thinking of something. Well how about this: Two Pontiacs that have been melded into one BUT you can still drive them separately. My brain has now exploded.

See that column of black smoke up in the sky? That means all those Cardinals still haven't picked a new Pope. That also means you still have a chance, if you're a male Catholic. It won't be easy — this year's race to the right hand of God is hotly contested, with some serious celebrity endorsements. Like Dennis…

If we hear anything from Russia about cars these days, it's typically followed by the words "dash cam." While this car has a dash cam, everything else is different. That's because these enthusiasts found a way drive it with an iPad.

Wade Beauchamp just finished writing his book, Scream If You Wanna Go Faster, and like anyone who's just finished writing a book, he was ready to do anything but type more stupid words into a stupid computer, already.

What if I told you there was an eight-cylinder, dual-clutch, four-wheel-drive, four-wheel-steer Ford on Craigslist right now? What if I told you it had dual controls? What if I told you it was made out of two Escorts?

Normally, seeing a video'd junkyard crammed full of hulks of vintage Citroëns and Fiat 600s makes me want to hop on a plane and save each and every one of them like some soft-hearted kook at the animal shelter. That's generally not possible, but what these folks over at Lola Madrid are doing with these basket-case…

First of all, I need to make sure my two-year old son Otto never sees this amazing electric car an engineer dad built for his son. While I'm sure Otto's childhood will involve some sort of home-built go-karts and things like that, whatever I make is going to look like it was carved from a lumpy hippo turd next to this…

Like many gearheads, going indoors can sometimes be painful. "But my car's outside!" we'll whine, hopping up and down and pointing at the door, as sleet and hail beats against the house. There's a few solutions here, but not all are ideal: