In the last Name That Part, we gave you a generous helping of hints, and the brass ring was so narrowly missed by udman, then finally snagged by VeeArrSix.
As udman pointed out, FDR’s car of choice was a Pierce Arrow; was it because of its luxurious appointments? Its style? Its elegance? The headlights set into the fenders rather than beside it? No, it’s because it was heavily armoured, and designed to fit perfectly inside his top secret armoured rail car. His private secret entrance to the Waldorf Astoria in New York City was also built around the dimensions of his armoured Pierce Arrow. Why all the secrecy? Ironically, not because of the assassination attempts; it was because he was paralyzed from the waist down, and it was felt that this needed to be kept a secret from the American public. Now, they’re using similar techniques with Barack Obama to prevent the southern states from finding out that Obama is black.
On to today’s Name That Part!
We’re taking a totally different approach today. I don’t have a back story with hints, or some creative tie-in. All I have for you is the story behind this photo. As I wandered through a Princess Auto a few days ago, I stumbled across a collection of bins that made me laugh out loud. There were no labels, no defining characteristics, no information provided about them whatsoever; and inside, there were just random piles of what appeared to be automotive parts. Above each… uh… pile? was a small tag with a price on it. If you looked closely, all it read was some variation on “Bulk Parts, $9.99 ea”.
Bulk parts. How freakin’ cool is that? What parts? Don’t know, don’t care. You want ’em, you buy em. Up next, peanut vendors wandering the streets with random parts. “PARTS! Get yer piping-hot PARTS here! Hot ‘n’ salted!”
So your challenge here: Figure out what it is, what it belongs to, and PROVE it, because honestly, I’m not entirely sure what they are either. I know what they’re not, in some cases, but outside of that, you’ll have to prove that you’re right.