I was 16 my parents were out of town, a 928 in the garage and Risky Business was still in the theater. A new shopping mall was under construction so we were tracking it like a Grand Prix I hit a wet spot on fresh asphalt while corning @ 100+ MPH next thing I knew I was sliding sideways to the curb and BAM one more 928 that's good for parts. To make matters even worse after my parents got done reminding me that there is no such thing as unconditional love they started cooking dinner and found a pair of leopard skin panties and a bottle of tequila in the oven.