[Sacajaweau]

My mom got the car stuck it the garage when she was young and went crying to my dad. He laughed.

When I drove with her, I always laid down in the back seat “so I couldn’t see” and prayed.

[lakey]

That's funny and just the opposite of me. My mother did a 360 degree turn in the middle of an icy intersection and I told her, "Oh, do that again!"

My husband warned me to never put a scratch on our new 1956 Ford red and white convertible. One night, he had to move it to allow guests to leave and when he pulled back to the garage, he hit the right side of the garage. Smashed in the right door, which also broke the window - and damaged the door frame and stucco.

One too many beers, and I never let him forget it.