My first car was a Valiant. My friend wrecked it. The story of the wreck is
told in my friend's autobiography Secret Life by Michael Ryan. He said the
wiper blades were eaten like corn cobs and the wheels hadn't been balanced
since the Pleistocene. As the Valiant was skidding through oncoming
traffic, he hallucinated the face of the man who had abused him as a kid,
long repressed. Check it out.

J.A. Drew Diaz wrote:
>In a real swithcheroo-
>my Dad wrecked my Valiant-
>3 on the tree