reading "The Lion, The Witch & The Wardrobe" as a little boy, on our way to Mammoth from SoCal in the early afternoon. All of a sudden we were bouncing HARD. Fortunately, the jolt was enough to wake my dad up and save our whole family from certain death as we narrowly avoided the steep drop.

That was the last of the good white beauty, the Pontiac, the station wagon as it was pretty badly damaged. A Ford Aerostar, extended cab, was the next machine for us.