Bright, brighter, brightest
Headlight envy. Almost catchy enough to serve as the moniker for a great rock band, or at least their second album. Who knew that it would become a character flaw at my age?
My usual time to go for a drive is after sundown. Coincides with the need for a cheap taxi, or a vittle voyage. And even though my little car has lights “all around”, I don’t see things as clearly as I’d like. Now, that might be a side effect of less than perfect vision, but I’m sure that a few more candle power in the front end wouldn’t hurt. And everyone else seems to be bright enough, from my viewpoint.
In fact, some cars seem to be outfitted with the equivalent of that landing light I liberated from the physics department (let’s not get into that right now). No pale, yellowed compromise against the encroaching gloom of night; the other team has headlights that are blue. OK, not really, but there’s something about a halogen high beam that just makes me want to get upgrades.
Back in my youth, when we rode around in cars for hours just because, my buddy had retrofitted something that involved solenoids in the wheel wells. When he kicked that floor button (now I’m showing my age), we could “see and be seen”. Woe to the fool that forgot to dim on approach. All perfectly legal, too…,
Maybe on the next rig, which might be a truck, with a tail gate and a crew cab, there will be real sealed beams. Just like the good old days.
