Well, I think I may have some more "car stories". What's more, they are all TRUE, for better of for worse! I'll start with a story about my dad trying to teach my mom how to drive. At the time I was either a baby (and not with them) or had not yet been born! My father had a 38 Ford of some kind, floor boards rusted thru, floor shift transmission, key stuck in ignition switch....I don't personally remember the car. Anyway, they tell a story about how my mother was learning to dirve in that car. She was doing fine, my father had her driving on a sparsly used road in NYC (good luck to find such a road these days). As you probably know, NYC is basically made up of Manhattan Island, Staten Island, two counties on Long Island (Brooklyn and Queens) and the Bronx (a peninsula). So there a lot of roads that lead to water or a beach of some kind. They were on a road leading to a beach in Brooklyn, sand dunes on all sides (back then, built up now) and my dad says turn here. Well, my mom TURNS, she doesn't wait for the next intersection to arrive! Then cars goes down into a ditch and rolls over. No one was hurt, but my dad was thru with giving driving lessons. My mom finally got her license many years later...she had to go to driving school!!