I had a couple of unusual dreams last night, in part i guess for catching up from the sleepless night the previous evening. one of them ended with a bunch of us leaving a club and our ride out was a Pinto. There were 8 of us and Nia Long was one of the 8. I don’t remember how we got there, but trying to fit all of us in there was a chore. The hatch wasn’t that big. we tried different configurations, everyone except the driver, who never turned around to offer assistance so i didn’t know who he was. I think the person who lived the shortest distance away had to sit on the outside and hold on.