in '86 after I left it at The Club--("200 yards on the right past the old river bridge in Columbus") and went home with this girl Imet there. A friend took me back the next day to pick it up and I had a funny feeling when we turned onto the dirt path leading into the parking lot that something bad had happened to my car. At least I was able to drive it back to campus and with a couple of old rags, a little bit of gas and a water hose, and two hours later, looked like nothing ever happened unless you looked real close. The day I sold it in 1991, I could still see traces of green in the side mirror compartments.