Hazel Pimps Ford Falcon

Hazel asks us to see our Ford dealer to test the new 1964 Ford Falcon ("Ain't that sumpin?" she asks us in her brilliant genius/simpleton dullard style).

Her request for us to test drive a Falcon turns suddenly somber and heavy (you can see it in her eyebrows and the slow nod of her head). It's as if she is asking us to get a second opinion on a diagnosis for brain cancer. It's that urgent to her, and who are we not to run to our Ford dealer as requested.

Yet should Hazel be sitting on Mr. B's exercise bike, especially if he's only keeping it in the house for a trial run? What else does Hazel do when the Baxters are not around?