I'm beginning to think that the demolition derby was invented in Oakland.

Judging by the broken windshield and the girl's anguished expression, I fear someone in the Ford did not walk away unscathed.

For reasons only kids could know, my sister and I, she aged three and I two, decided these Fords were "bugger cars". We counted them on road trips the way younger generations played "slug-bug". Even now, in our old age, we still call them that, even if we forgot why we gave them that moniker 60 years ago.

There are pieces of three residing in my sister's block, but I don't think there's quite enough to make a complete one, but still as we pass we say, "Bugger car! Bugger car! Bugger car!"

But what do we know. We're from a family whose eldest uncle bought not one, but two Edsels.

If I remember correctly, the numbered paper strip in the back window was a temporary indication of a new registration. If so, the pride of ownership didn't last very long.