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I'll break the ice. I'm John, Pete's youngest brother ten years apart. When Pete was in highschool, my father gave him the '67 Volkswagen Beetle he had rusting away in the garage. Its floorboards were so shot on both sides of the car that if you drove over a puddle, you'd get splashed. Pete and I we were on the way to his high school hockey game and it was the 80s so I was 8 and sitting in the front seat with my teenage brother. I remember him getting really goofy as we were listening to the Beatle's All Together Now, throwing the wheel side to side to the bop. He swerved to hit a puddle with the idea of splashing me but soaked himself instead and arrived to the hockey game with wet pants.