Rolled VW

I probably wasn’t the only teenager to roll a Bug, but I was probably the only one who thought of herself as Sterling Moss’s little sister.  I took the corner high and called my clipping point just right.  I gave it full throttle at the apex and woosh, she started to roll.  There was water in a depression on the street.  I acted fast to right the car and bam, I hit the curb; over she went. Continue reading

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My First Car

My First Car

A friend, who has two children, a boy and a girl, is an excellent observer and a very pragmatic philosopher. She tells me girls are born with the doll gene and boys are born with the truck gene. She, as with most mothers, tells of the many differences between girls and boys from their first cries. Continue reading