It was a '65 Plymouth Valiant. In his own words:

The fire started in the left rear wheel well and spread throughout the car, burning it out completely. My 'valiant' attempts at extinguishing the fire did not succeed, and the whole car was engulfed in flames in a matter of a few painful minutes. I publicly blame it on Osama Bin Laden, although I am beginning to suspect that it's actually society's fault for not providing me with enough meaningful opportunities as a youth.

The towing cost $70, and they gave me $75 for the burned-out hulk. Five bucks, that's slack, jack!

From the wreckage I saved a towing cable, the battery, a pair of shoes (which miraculously survived the interior fire), three tapes, four shiny hubcaps and my Ramones license plate frame.

He loved that car, man.

A good example of technology working against mankind. The family car of my friend nick, a Ford Taurus. Round bubble shaped, unassuming and unreliable. Perpetualy suffering from a broken system computer which manifested itself as odd problems in the functionality of the car. They replaced that system computer several times, costing several hundred dollars each time. The last straw was when the car was sitting in the driveway, parked, turned off, and the system computer lit the car ablaze compeltely at random. The fire department came and put out the car, later it was towed away and they recieved money from Ford for their trauma. Do people never learn? I am fairly sure they bought a newer model Taurus shortly thereafter.

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