My earliest memory of a car ride was that of a hot, sunny day and how much havoc it was wrecking on my five-year-old tushy. For you see, my cousins and I had been bundled onto the PVC-covered backseat of a Volkswagen Beetle. So there we were, bouncing up and down, trying hard to minimize contact with the uncomfortably warm plastic seats as my aunt's beige-colored Beetle pulled slowly away from
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