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Cars played a key role for certain generations, especially boys. My first was a used 1960 Morris Minor 1000. Always carried a can of ether aboard so I could spray the carburetor so that it would start when damp. And don't get me started on its Lucas electrical system. Nonetheless, it hurt when it was wrecked by a fisherman at Rocky Point, where I was helping run the midway games, He'd backed into it in Parking Lot #2 in 1971, after I'd been driving it for about 6 months, and fled the scene. He eventually was caught, not that that helped much. I replaced it, 40 years later, with a Mazda Miata, which does just fine in the rain. And the Morris Minor and Mazda Miata shared leather seats--as well as "MM" initials, too! Great column, John...thanks for resurrecting some memories.