Genuine Bonafide Electrified

"Yes, that's right - your very own anti-Semitic automotive visionary buddy for those long car trips! It collapses! It sputters anti-immigrant propaganda! It dies in 1947! Be the first on your block to throw yours away!"

No Turn For You

Love the watercolor look in these strips, but I would think Ziggy would be above making fun of the unusual speech patterns of minorities. And only in the world of Ziggy do street signs sport italics.

Robot Overlords etc. etc.

Ziggy's car has built up an aversion - perhaps even an allergy - to its owner in anticipation of the upcoming robot war. There are those who will argue that automobiles, even Onstar-equipped ones, have no central intelligence and thus nothing in common with robots. These people will be proven wrong when all consumer autos rise with the robots in the service of Machinedom before the End Times of humanity, flanked on the left by wireless appliances and on the right by Segway-mounted Blackberries.

Even OnStar Would Hang Up On You

Odd - usually the "body shop" puns aren't depicted literally. I know the people of the world have pretty much made it their mission to screw with Ziggy, but it seesm a bit wasteful to go to the ends they do, considering that the most extreme reaction they get these days is a vaguely nonplussed, mostly-disinterested glance toward the "camera".

They could be circling around him, dressed in vampire drag, yelling: "Your car is DEAD, Ziggy! DEAD! And you're next! BWAHAHAHA!" And he'd merely keep up that look that says "Oy vey, life. What can you do?"

Bow Before the Grease Monkey

Look at that mechanic's bloodshot, sleepless eyes - he's a tweaker. It takes a goodly number of unnecessary repairs to finance such a lavish meth lab as the one brewing in Blueshirt McNametag's basement. The mechanic may be sufficiently confused to get Ziggy's lemon of a gas-guzzler confused with some fancy-schmancy organic car, but he knows what he'll be doing with his unfairly-sizable commission when his shift finally ends. Bubblers, beakers and benders - oh my!