My first, my best and my worst cars

I snapped it up. That turned out to be a no-brain decision.

One night, a girl I was driving around with dropped an earring and lifted the passenger-side mat to search for it. I can’t remember if she found the lobe-ware, but I’ll never forget the look of horror on her face when she glimpsed the road through the filigree of rust on the floor. Moral of the story: don’t lift floor mats on a first date.

I had my own bitumen glimpse when one day I was stopped at the traffic lights….