Which reminds me of a funny story: For a couple years in college I drove a hand-me-down Pinto. This was right when the news about them exploding in rear-end collisions came out, so used Pintos were plentiful and dirt cheap. My older brother Steve drove one, as did my college friend Bill. All three of us happened to be out at the family lake place one summer day, drinking beer, rigging up a sailboat, shooting the breeze, when a friend of my sister (also a Pinto driver) pulled down the driveway. Four of the five cars in our crowded driveway were pintos!

Me: "Christ, we're pathetic. Look at all those Pintos.
Bill: "A whole pack o' Pintos."
Steve: "A conflagration of Pintos."