Quite possibly, I am the possessor of some genetic anomaly that when combined with certain factors leads to the unexpected side effect of car accidents. Can you relate? If so, perhaps we are related on the wrong side (well, less safe side) of the human genome? Let me explain.
The Ford Fiesta is the car in which I “legally” learned to drive circa 1985.
Boy was that a fun little car to drive. Of course, being driven on the Oregon coast as long as she was, we typically called her the “Rust Bucket” or some other not-so nice names.