Molotov's guide to valet parking sparked something in my dusty old brain. I remembered that my old man was absolutely convinced beyond all shadows of all doubts that every single time you handed your keys to a valet, the exact same thing that happened to Cameron's Dad's 1961 Ferrari 250 GT California, happened to your car. The exact same thing. As I'm a strong believer in the theory
of hoonage that cars are meant to be driven, I can only hope he was right. Finally, Ferris had a valid point — Cameron's Dad should've locked the garage. Bomp, bomp — oh yeah.