My dad had a Karmen Ghia, and, like Mark's family, all seven of us piled into it.
Mom and dad up front, my three older siblings in the back seat, my little sister and I in the little space behind the back seat. Luckily, none of us are very big.
My brother (9 years older than me) was driving a curvy road with a friend following too close behind. He hit the brakes, and his friend rearended the car. My brother drove the car home and parked it in the alley behind the house (its usual parking spot). In the morning, my dad discovered the damage and called my brother outside. My brother denied any knowledge of the damage and insisted it was a hit and run during the night. My dad asked if the perpetrator got out of his car to clean up the glass from the broken tail light. My brother was busted, lol!
My dad eventually gave the car to my brother, who made the mistake of letting his high-school girlfriend rebuild the engine in shop class. We never saw the car again. :-)
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