Doesn’t matter. I was sitting in the back of the Peugeot station wagon that our family bought in France and which the Old Man had driven clear across America without a scratch. If you knew my family, that’s way more amazing than it sounds.
On a snowy day, Mom took a corner a little too fast for the conditions and bashed into another car. I don’t recall much about it other than it jolted me out of my seat, the other guy was mad, and the cops came.
Wait. I did holler for the cops to beat the other driver with their clubs for yelling at Mom before they got there.