RAY: Hi, we're back. You're listening to Car Talk with us, Click and Clack, the Tappet Brothers, and we're here to talk about cars, car repair, and, duh, the answer to last week's Puzzler. This was one from the "Crusty" Files and, of course, had nothing to do with cars.

TOM: I don't remember it. I know Mrs. Crusty was involved.

TOM: I remember her.

RAY: She played a prominent role.

TOM: Yeah.

RAY: Of course, everyone remembers our loyal old mechanic Crusty, and some years ago we decide that he deserved a vacation, so we gave him four days off and booked a flight for him and the missis, henceforth referred to as Senora Crusty, to Coleslawvania. The first leg of their journey lands them in Moosejaw, Saskatchewan, where they have to change planes for the flight over the pole to Coleslawvania. Are you with me so far? Are you paying attention?

TOM: I'm beginning to remember it. It has to do with speaking Coleslawvanian.

RAY: So Coleslaw Air wheels out its latest plane, the DC-3, and Crusty recognizes it from that first Indiana Jones movie. He says to his wife, "Oh, my God! This is unbelievable. This plane must be 25 years old!" His wife says, "Oh, no. It's, like, 60." Anyway, they enter the plane and he's very nervous, as is his wife, and they both look into the cockpit to make sure there's really a pilot and a copilot in there, and there are. And they look at each other and exchange smiles and nods, and they finally take their seats. The plane takes off without incident, and they're on their way to their marvelous vacation in Coleslawvania. While they're in flight, they realize that none of the passengers speaks English, and, of course, they speak no Coleslawvanian. They walk up and down the aisle, you know, using the bathroom as a pretense and try to engage people in conversation. They say, "Hi, how are you? I'm American." And nobody responds. So they're resigned to just sitting there and waiting for the flight to end. Very long flight.

TOM: Yeah.

RAY: When the ... you still with me?

TOM: I am.

RAY: When the plane finally touches down in Coleslawvania, they're relieved that they made it, and they're waiting for their welcoming party to take them on their little tour, which we arranged with our contacts in Coleslawvania. A guy named Ur. Remember Ur?

TOM: You know Ur.

RAY: Anyway, they go through a lengthy customs search, and when they finally emerge into the parking lot, they realize that it's late at night, and neither Ur nor anyone else had shown up. The one cab driver acts like he doesn't understand them, and they resign themselves to sleeping at the airport. Finally, Mrs. Crusty sees a woman walking toward them that she recognizes from the plane. She says, "Thank God. We'll be able to get to our hotel tonight." And, of course, she's right. How does she know that this woman speaks English?

TOM: Yeah.

RAY: Well, she knows she speaks English because the woman that she recognizes from the plane was not one of the passengers. Instead she was the pilot, and all pilots who fly international flights must speak English.

TOM: Ah! Very, very good!

RAY: So who's our winner this week?

TOM: The winner is Richard Barnett from Charlotte, North Carolina, and for having his answer selected at random from the piles of correct answers that we got ...

RAY: Three.

TOM: Richard is going to get a $25 gift certificate to the store at the Car Talk section of cars.com. And with that $25 gift certificate ...

RAY: My book.

TOM: He can get the hottest item of the season.

RAY: My book.

TOM: According to the elves at the Shameless Commerce Division, at least, it is the "Don't Blame Me" T-shirt. It's our campaign shirt, "Two Zeros in '00." And on the back it says, "Don't Blame MeÑI Voted for Click and Clack." I mean, those things have been flying out the door.

RAY: And out the windows too.

TOM: Now if people would only pay for them, we'd be rich, man!

RAY: And, by the way, if your name is not Richard Barnett and you'd like a "Don't Blame Me" T-shirt, don't call us and whine. Stop by the store at the Car Talk section of cars.com, or call 888-CAR-JUNK. If that wasn't a shameless, self-promoting plug, I don't know what was.

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