AT FIRST, I simply could not believe her lemon-yellow Pinto, forty years old but in remarkable condition. I hadn’t seen one since the original Trudeau lived at 24 Sussex. A memory about the car immediately dolphined to the surface of my mind – they often exploded if you put them in reverse. Or was that the Gremlin? Some funny little vehicle from the seventies used to blow up in reverse. I gaped at the Pinto’s hyperbolic burst of lemony ridiculousness. Chelsea, who was no doubt used to the effect her car had on others, sighed like Herman Melville looking over his last royalty statement.
“My granddad gave it to me. He bought it for my grandma, but she died not long after and never drove it. Then he couldn’t sell it because it was a present to her. So it sat in his garage. Finally, he gave i
