Driving through Northern Virginia this morning I couldn't shake this white Chevy Express work van. Every stoplight. Every stop sign. There it was. And then I realized why the universe wanted me to see it.
OK, so that's some exhaust tubing, maybe an '80s Nissan shift lever, and then there's a couple of... and some... and then no floors or a dash, and the filter box near the window, and... wait, what?