Another member of the its a wonder I survived school of teenage driving. My first two cars (a 62 Comet I paid $45 for and a 66 Rambler that set me back all of $75) got me through high school without any serious incidents. This in spite of the two bit quarts of Alpine Lager or whatever else was cheap and invariably got consumed while driving around with Black Sabbath or some such at full volume on the 8-track. The 73 Pinto I bought used with about 5,000 miles on the odometer didnt fare quite as well. Mid 1975, during the height of my distinguished 4 year military career, on the way back to the post after attending a Hunter Thompson lecture at the Rockn'Roll expo in downtown Washington D.C. I managed to slide it off the road into first a parked car, then a front yard, through an 8 foot hedge, another front yard, finally coming to rest parked in the trunk of yet another car. Yeah, they couldnt drug screen us in those days. End result, the first of three lifetime DUIs. The last being in 1987 at the age of 32, with a BAC of .32. Now my giving up the beer makes a little more sense, no? And I got my signed first edition today. Thank you, Jeff.  I know what Im doing for the next few hours.