I came home from work this morning only to have my teenage son announce to me that the car he was driving around, looking for trouble in, "broke down" last night. Upon further questioning, I discovered that it did not break down, he admitted to me that he was in the process of making a U-turn near the tracks, came upon a large "curb," which he proceeded to use as a wrecking bar on the under carriage of the car. So far, I know that the oil pan is gone and the steering linkage is probably trashed. It is not yet known what further damage has been done and if the car is salvageable. Isn't it wonderful being a father?
