Underbody neon light installation
jedimaster26
07-15-2005, 02:28 PM
Good day all was just wondering where I should mount my neon underbody kit on my 93 3.8 liter ford tbird lx?
97Bird
07-15-2005, 08:12 PM
Anywhere else but the car! ;)
flewthecoupe
07-16-2005, 01:51 AM
ditto
94tbirdlx2005
07-16-2005, 12:43 PM
Underbody neons are only good for show Birds. If you try to run them on the street, not only will you be likely to break laws in a few states, but you run a big risk of destroying them. Some states even require that an on-road vehicle with underbody neons have to disconnect and cover them (as in actually build a cover and put over them every time you drive on the street) when driving on the road. NOT worth it.
jedimaster26
07-16-2005, 05:23 PM
I dont give a crap about laws. I have as much respect for laws as I do for a polition's who write them. What I want to know is how to install them but if their is a danger of them breaking then its not worth it. So thank you all for your help
flewthecoupe
07-17-2005, 03:32 PM
I dont give a crap about laws. I have as much respect for laws as I do for a polition's who write them.
You'll go far with that attitude.
You'll go far with that attitude.
97Bird
07-17-2005, 04:58 PM
Don't forget his grammar, flewthecoupe!
flewthecoupe
07-17-2005, 09:02 PM
I couldn't hammer on him that hard...wait...yes, yes I could've. I've done it before. Dang it! I must be getting soft in my old age. :)
vschinzel
07-18-2005, 06:06 PM
something to think about:
A POLICE OFFICER SPEAKS
(The author of this article was Trooper Mitchell Brown
of the Virginia State Police. More about him at the
end of the article.)
Well, Mr. Citizen, it seems you've figured me out. I
fit neatly into the category where you've placed me.
I'm stereotyped, standardized, characterized,
classified, grouped, and always typical.
Unfortunately, the reverse is true. I can never figure
you out.
From birth, you teach your children that I'm the
bogeyman, the you're shocked when they
identify/associate with my traditional enemy... the
criminal! You accuse me of coddling criminals..until I
catch your kids doing wrong.
You may take an hour for lunch and several coffee
breaks each day, but point me out as a loafer for
having one cup. You pride yourself on you manners, but
think nothing of disrupting my meals with your
troubles.
You raise Cain with the guy who cuts you off in
traffic, but let me catch you doing the same thing and
I'm picking on you. You know all the traffic
laws...but you've never gotten a single ticket you
deserve.
You shout "FOUL" if you observe me driving fast to a
call, but raise the roof if I take more than ten
seconds to respond to your complaint.
You call it part of my job if someone strikes me, but
call it police brutality if I strike back. You
wouldn't think of telling your dentist how to pull a
tooth or your doctor how to take out an appendix, yet
you are always willing to give me pointers on the law.
You talk to me in a manner that would get you a bloody
nose from anyone else, but expect me to take it
without batting an eye.
You yell that something's got to be done to fight
crime, but you can't be bothered to get involved. You
have no use for me at all, but of course it's OK if I
change a flat for your wife, deliver your child in the
back of the patrol car, or perhaps save your son's
life with mouth to mouth breathing, or work many hours
overtime looking for your lost daughter.
So Mr. Citizen, you can stand there on your soapbox
and rant and rave about the way I do my work,calling
me every name in the book, but never stop to think
that your property, family, or maybe even your life
depends on me or one of my buddies. Yes, Mr. Citizen,
it's me the cop!
The Author of this article was Trooper Mitchell
Brown of the Virginia State Police. He was killed in
the line of duty two months after writing the
article......
A POLICE OFFICER SPEAKS
(The author of this article was Trooper Mitchell Brown
of the Virginia State Police. More about him at the
end of the article.)
Well, Mr. Citizen, it seems you've figured me out. I
fit neatly into the category where you've placed me.
I'm stereotyped, standardized, characterized,
classified, grouped, and always typical.
Unfortunately, the reverse is true. I can never figure
you out.
From birth, you teach your children that I'm the
bogeyman, the you're shocked when they
identify/associate with my traditional enemy... the
criminal! You accuse me of coddling criminals..until I
catch your kids doing wrong.
You may take an hour for lunch and several coffee
breaks each day, but point me out as a loafer for
having one cup. You pride yourself on you manners, but
think nothing of disrupting my meals with your
troubles.
You raise Cain with the guy who cuts you off in
traffic, but let me catch you doing the same thing and
I'm picking on you. You know all the traffic
laws...but you've never gotten a single ticket you
deserve.
You shout "FOUL" if you observe me driving fast to a
call, but raise the roof if I take more than ten
seconds to respond to your complaint.
You call it part of my job if someone strikes me, but
call it police brutality if I strike back. You
wouldn't think of telling your dentist how to pull a
tooth or your doctor how to take out an appendix, yet
you are always willing to give me pointers on the law.
You talk to me in a manner that would get you a bloody
nose from anyone else, but expect me to take it
without batting an eye.
You yell that something's got to be done to fight
crime, but you can't be bothered to get involved. You
have no use for me at all, but of course it's OK if I
change a flat for your wife, deliver your child in the
back of the patrol car, or perhaps save your son's
life with mouth to mouth breathing, or work many hours
overtime looking for your lost daughter.
So Mr. Citizen, you can stand there on your soapbox
and rant and rave about the way I do my work,calling
me every name in the book, but never stop to think
that your property, family, or maybe even your life
depends on me or one of my buddies. Yes, Mr. Citizen,
it's me the cop!
The Author of this article was Trooper Mitchell
Brown of the Virginia State Police. He was killed in
the line of duty two months after writing the
article......
intrcptrbird
07-18-2005, 10:37 PM
well anyways. If you are going to do it and your car is lowered at all DONT! My car is lowered 2" and I put them on. It looked really good but they broke so fast it would make your head spin. I never put covers on mine. They were connected to the battery permently through a switch. I was VERY careful about where I drive and how I drive since my car IS so low but even so I still broke them casue unless you slam them REALLY hard then you'll have no idea you hit them until it was too late.
intrcptrbird
07-18-2005, 10:38 PM
If its not lowered, put them as far up under the car as you can. It will look better and protect them more.
jedimaster26
07-22-2005, 12:06 AM
something to think about:
A POLICE OFFICER SPEAKS
(The author of this article was Trooper Mitchell Brown
of the Virginia State Police. More about him at the
end of the article.)
Well, Mr. Citizen, it seems you've figured me out. I
fit neatly into the category where you've placed me.
I'm stereotyped, standardized, characterized,
classified, grouped, and always typical.
Unfortunately, the reverse is true. I can never figure
you out.
From birth, you teach your children that I'm the
bogeyman, the you're shocked when they
identify/associate with my traditional enemy... the
criminal! You accuse me of coddling criminals..until I
catch your kids doing wrong.
You may take an hour for lunch and several coffee
breaks each day, but point me out as a loafer for
having one cup. You pride yourself on you manners, but
think nothing of disrupting my meals with your
troubles.
You raise Cain with the guy who cuts you off in
traffic, but let me catch you doing the same thing and
I'm picking on you. You know all the traffic
laws...but you've never gotten a single ticket you
deserve.
You shout "FOUL" if you observe me driving fast to a
call, but raise the roof if I take more than ten
seconds to respond to your complaint.
You call it part of my job if someone strikes me, but
call it police brutality if I strike back. You
wouldn't think of telling your dentist how to pull a
tooth or your doctor how to take out an appendix, yet
you are always willing to give me pointers on the law.
You talk to me in a manner that would get you a bloody
nose from anyone else, but expect me to take it
without batting an eye.
You yell that something's got to be done to fight
crime, but you can't be bothered to get involved. You
have no use for me at all, but of course it's OK if I
change a flat for your wife, deliver your child in the
back of the patrol car, or perhaps save your son's
life with mouth to mouth breathing, or work many hours
overtime looking for your lost daughter.
So Mr. Citizen, you can stand there on your soapbox
and rant and rave about the way I do my work,calling
me every name in the book, but never stop to think
that your property, family, or maybe even your life
depends on me or one of my buddies. Yes, Mr. Citizen,
it's me the cop!
The Author of this article was Trooper Mitchell
Brown of the Virginia State Police. He was killed in
the line of duty two months after writing the
article......
Boo Hoo Now that you injected me with your sob story I tell you to suck it up or go home.
I dont know how life is in Virgina and really dont give a rats ass but I will tell you this while their are some cops that are nice and dont deserve this their are those that do
Dont like how people treat you? Too bad! You choose to be in this line of work. The Law is crooked, always had been, always will.
A POLICE OFFICER SPEAKS
(The author of this article was Trooper Mitchell Brown
of the Virginia State Police. More about him at the
end of the article.)
Well, Mr. Citizen, it seems you've figured me out. I
fit neatly into the category where you've placed me.
I'm stereotyped, standardized, characterized,
classified, grouped, and always typical.
Unfortunately, the reverse is true. I can never figure
you out.
From birth, you teach your children that I'm the
bogeyman, the you're shocked when they
identify/associate with my traditional enemy... the
criminal! You accuse me of coddling criminals..until I
catch your kids doing wrong.
You may take an hour for lunch and several coffee
breaks each day, but point me out as a loafer for
having one cup. You pride yourself on you manners, but
think nothing of disrupting my meals with your
troubles.
You raise Cain with the guy who cuts you off in
traffic, but let me catch you doing the same thing and
I'm picking on you. You know all the traffic
laws...but you've never gotten a single ticket you
deserve.
You shout "FOUL" if you observe me driving fast to a
call, but raise the roof if I take more than ten
seconds to respond to your complaint.
You call it part of my job if someone strikes me, but
call it police brutality if I strike back. You
wouldn't think of telling your dentist how to pull a
tooth or your doctor how to take out an appendix, yet
you are always willing to give me pointers on the law.
You talk to me in a manner that would get you a bloody
nose from anyone else, but expect me to take it
without batting an eye.
You yell that something's got to be done to fight
crime, but you can't be bothered to get involved. You
have no use for me at all, but of course it's OK if I
change a flat for your wife, deliver your child in the
back of the patrol car, or perhaps save your son's
life with mouth to mouth breathing, or work many hours
overtime looking for your lost daughter.
So Mr. Citizen, you can stand there on your soapbox
and rant and rave about the way I do my work,calling
me every name in the book, but never stop to think
that your property, family, or maybe even your life
depends on me or one of my buddies. Yes, Mr. Citizen,
it's me the cop!
The Author of this article was Trooper Mitchell
Brown of the Virginia State Police. He was killed in
the line of duty two months after writing the
article......
Boo Hoo Now that you injected me with your sob story I tell you to suck it up or go home.
I dont know how life is in Virgina and really dont give a rats ass but I will tell you this while their are some cops that are nice and dont deserve this their are those that do
Dont like how people treat you? Too bad! You choose to be in this line of work. The Law is crooked, always had been, always will.
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