Sometime after I started driving, I had this orange Ford Fiesta.  It was a great high school car.  The key had broken off in the ignition so you needed something like a butter knife to start it.  The door handle of the inside passenger side door had broken and so you had to open the door from the outside.  It took almost no gas.  If it was high centered four guys could pick it up.  In fact my car was moved by four or five guys.  Once at a dance and so I had to look for it and another time they moved it infront of the sherriff vehicle at a basketball game.  They were caught doing that one though.  Everyone called it the pumpkin.  So the other day I was down at Sehome village and I saw my car.  I couldn't believe it.  I had to pull over and take a picture of it.