By all rights, I should be dead by now. I spent my first minutes outside of the hospital where I was born in a Ford Pinto. In those crucial moments of life, I undoubtedly inhaled formaldehyde fumes as other cars whizzed past the Pinto’s explosive rear bumper.But somehow, I escaped fiery death and, so far, cancer caused by crappy vinyl seats, and am here to tell the tale. You might be wondering how, how could anyone’s parents allow their first-born to have his initiation to motoring in so infamous a piece of sh … automotive history.

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