I have a 91 Honda Civil, both taillight in the back are not working, and I need to replace them soon, where can I buy the right bulbs for my car, and how do you replace it? Thanks
Look in your owner's manual and see what type of bulbs it needs. It it doesn't say or you don't have the owners manual, you'll have to pull one out and see what type it is. You should get into it from the trunk, they should twist and pull out pretty easy. If you can't find a match at a gas station go to AutoZone or something similar.
I got pulled over by a couple of cops in Montrose, back in the '60's, while driving my girlfriend home. They told me, "You almost ran that light at (an intersection about 10 blocks away. I'm not kidding), get out of the car. Miss, you stay right there." While one cop is poking through my '62 Vomit Comet (I'm worrying if they're going to plant something), and looking down the lowcut long dress worn by my braless sweetie, the other cop takes his flashlight and pops my taillight with it, (tinkle, tinkle) right in front of me. Other officer looks at the cop next to me at the rear of the Vomit and shakes his head. "I'm going to have to write you a ticket for this broken taillight, sir. You're lucky I don't haul you in for almost running that light, or worse." (meaning they didn't have some throwdown weed on them) And wrote me the ticket. No being a fool, I respond with a smiling, "Thank you, officer. I really appreciate that." True story. HPD was run by Chief Herman Short back then, an actual member, in good standing, of the KKK, who wouldn't hire anyone that didn't share his beliefs. (or lied to get the job... they weren't all like that, just most of them, or so it seemed) The result was that HPD was understaffed for many years. You could have worse problems with your taillight, Yan_Yao.
Nope, on my way back from a concert at the Music Hall, and it was late, but not terribly late. I think it was Spirit, with the Doobie Brothers as the opening act. Everyone was like, "Who the **** are the Doobie Brothers??" Of course, we at least knew what a doobie was. They were actually very good. Spirit was insanely good. And we got in free, 5th row, center. Snuck in, and the usher, a babe herself, figured it out, smiled, and took us to our seats. (I was better looking then than I am now, lol! that, or she liked my girlfriend. heck, she was probably just being cool to a couple of kindred souls) But you were joking, weren't you.
