When I was a teenager, not yet old enough to drive, I was in the front seat of my dad's '68 Impala with my brother driving. There were 10 kids so anywhere we went, once my brother was old enough to drive, half the kids went in the second car. It was night and we were following Dad and the other half of the family home from some family deal when we saw Dad do his usual flip the cigarette out the wing window. That cigarette came right back and hit our windshield dead center, bursting into a million sparks. That was an undies changing moment.
