The Wilkes-Barre Repair Job is when a car has different colored parts. For example; the hood of the car is black, while the rest of the frame is shit green. Bonus points if multiple parts of the car are different colors.
Jim: “Dude, that car is a piece of shit. It looks like it’s hardly able to run.”
Fred: “I know, you can tell by the Wilkes-Barre Repair Job. The door is brown, the bumper is red, and the car is white. Surprised it still turns on.”
Fogey/fogy /fougi/ sl. (early 18C+, orig. Scot) old-fashioned, stuck-in-the mud.
Person with old fashioned ideas which he is unwilling to change: Come to the disco and stop being such an old fogey!
You think me an old fogeyand an old tory, his thoughtful voice said. I saw three generations since O’Connel’s time. I remember the famine. Do you know that the orange lodges agitated for repeal of the union twenty years before O’Connel did or before the prelates of your communion denounced him as a demagogue? You fenians forget some things. (James Joyce, Ulysses. PenguinBooks,1992. p. 38)