" My most vivid memory of Peoria is from the first Saturday after I got my license. I had talked my folks into letting me borrow the car to "go for a little drive". Naturally, I headed straight to Peoria. Driving down the street in that Catalina with the windows down and the radio blaring, I felt pretty cool. Life was sweet!
As I was gawking at a couple of gorgeous girls in a Mustang going the opposite direction though, I rear ended the car in front of me. No damage to the Pontiac, but that poor little Volkswagen didn't fare too well.
My parents pulled my drivers license until my next birthday!"