Honda-philes in the audience will recognize the symptoms at a glance: no idle at all when cold, stalling, and massive stumble at throttle tip in.

The missus drives a Honda Accord. It’s an ’88, four door, five speed. Not a bad little car. Reliable. Dependable. All the things mother likes in a car.

We’ll be studying four wheeled Civics, rather than trying to explain how they count the votes in the Electoral College.