I’m going to tell you about the first time I wrecked a car. Maybe it’ll even have something to do with the Spurs. Cue the mists of time.
The first time I wrecked a car I was four years old. I was sitting in the passenger seat of my friend’s dad’s 70’s model Ford pickup. My friend was actually the one behind the steering wheel. Don’t worry, he was older than me. He was five.
We were just playing in the car, and our 70’s era parents didn’t know or didn’t care. We were a taxi one moment, then an army jeep, the limits were our imagination.