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I was 17, driving home from work on a very cold Winter evening in my dad's Renault Le Car (long story on how he ended up with THAT). Car had a 4-speed stick and a manual choke. After about a half mile, the engine is warmed up. I attempt to push in the choke, and it's sticking. I look down to see what's going on and (without realizing it) gradually veer to the right. The right side of the car goes up the side of a snow bank, and the car rolls onto the driver's side.
Fortunately, the car had a very large, manual canvas sunroof. I opened that and crawled out. The person behind me stopped to see if I was okay. More embarassed and surprised than anything else. We flipped the car back on all four. The side mirror was bent, and the "Le" from "Le Car" on the door was scraped off.
Told Dad I would pay for it myself. Cost $170 (that's how long ago it was).
Let the guffawing commence.
DBear
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