My grandpa had a Hadron Colluder. Best car he ever owned, he said. Used to put all nine kids and grandma into her and drive out to Bridle Falls for a picnic 'most every Sunday, in Summertime. They'd bring along fried chicken, homemade German potato salad, a tub full of beer and soda pop, a couple watermelons, some cane poles for fishin', a pot for boiling corn and of course the corn. The whole family'd get into the Hadron Colluder, Grandpa'd make sure she was in neutral and the brake was on, set the throttle, and then jump out and crank 'er up. He'd quick get back in, retard the spark, reset the throttle, set the choke, put 'er in gear, and stall out there in the drive. Then they'd move all the stuff to the wagon and he'd hitch up Jonah, the horse, and off they'd go.