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positions, and we felt that was the safest place in case of an emergency exit. The other three folded themselves into the back seat. Buster eased the car away from the curb, and it immediately died. He laughed nervously as he restarted it. The starter whirred a few times before it caught. The engine fired and died. Buster kept trying, and just about the time the starter was slowing, indicating the battery was losing power, our hopes of getting out of this tin can were dashed when the car roared to life. Of course, when I say roared, I really mean banged, because it clanked, chugged, and backfired. But eventually, we were moving. We stopped at the first stop sign, and Buster had no sooner eased us out into the middle of the intersection than the car stalled again. There we sat for about ten minutes while Buster attempted to start it. But this time the starter did nothing but whir. Luckily, we lived in a small town, and the number of cars on main street in any given hour could be counted on one hand, unless, of course, it was fair 26