Give Me the Booger tells a great story about her night out with the Buick. Wonderful stuff. She begins:
In 1979, two weeks before my 16th birthday, I hit a house with a Buick.
It wasn’t my house or even the house next to mine. It was several blocks away from my house, even though, yes, it was still in the same suburban neighborhood. And I didn’t just hit a house. I hit shrubbery, lots of shrubberies… and even a small foundling pear tree someone was trying to grow. Oh, I was driving the car when all of these things–plant life, inanimate objects–were struck, so it wasn’t like a freak accident involving a tow truck and some black ice or anything.