Memory from Chicago.
When I was around 40, I told my wife one night that I was approaching my midlife crisis. I needed a red sports car or a girlfriend: it was her call.
Being a good nature sort, she let me buy the '62 red MG Midget. Owning one of these means you piddle with it all week and go ride in the local town parades and get to do one of my most favorite things, tossing candy to the kids, lots of it. Not as small as a Shriner's go cart, but close enough.
I would look out into the front yard and see kids checking it out. Just knew what they were thinking. "Bet I could drive that!" Once I saw a kid get in it and put his hands on the wheel, I could see the brake light go on and off as the car shook as he tried to shift it in his reverie.
Of course this was no winter car. In Nebraska, I'd leave it on the front yard with a cover over it to protect the rust, which is all a lot of the paint had to hold on to. Kept the Yugo in the garage.
When we moved to Chicago, I had to store it off property.
I found a good place near where we lived that used old shipping containers. They were laid out next to each other in a big circle with two missing spots so one could drive into the middle. Because of the rough ground and haphazard gravel spread, inside it looked like a set of "The Walking Dead".
The office was a little building that looked like a grandma's house in the woods from a fairy tale.
Once I brought my two daughters with me to pay rent and shoot the poop with the manager who was a little person, about 4 feet tall. Muscled and tattooed he looked every inch a biker as long as he didn't stand next to a Harley. My daughters did not know he was a little person.
When we drove into the parking lot, one of the girls said, "Look daddy, that looks like a fairy's house." I didn't say anything.
We walked in the door and they see Will come out from the back and step up on the runway he had built so he could stand about a foot taller. My daughters were silent. I could see the gears spinning. Right behind him was his son, 16 yr old and almost six feet tall. And now the gears are spinning so loud I could hear them. Almost see smoke.
When we got to the car, I got the first question as we backed out of the spot,
"Daddy, who was that boy?"
"That's Will's son."
Silence for a beat or two.
"But daddy, how could that be?"
"He's a block off the old chip."
I pulled out of the lot and we went for Italian ice.
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I remember it had the black rubber bumper on the front. It was a POS but I loved it. It had all sorts of problems and every time I fixed one issue it would uncover another until the final straw. A friend of mine had tickets to a Miami Dolphins game. I think it was a Monday night game and Dan Marino was QB against the Raiders. I picked up my friend in the MG and we headed off to the game. We were about a mile or so away when we had to go through a toll booth. I pulled up and paid the toll. I put the car in gear to head off and hit the gas. The engine revved up, but we went nowhere. We pushed the car off onto the shoulder and ran the rest of the way to the game. We only missed the kickoff. I got us a cab home and another friend of mine hooked up a tow truck so I could get the car back. I had recently put a new Weber carburetor on it and it gave the engine a bit more power. It was probably too much power though. I snapped the drive shaft in the transmission! Anyway, I gave up on the car and sold it for the parts. I had fun driving around in though! 
