Ditchdigger's R10 thread reminded me of an old family story. I decided I wouldn't mess up his thread with my tale.
My mother won a brand new R8 on a TV gameshow in 1963. I was 2 years old. That's back in the days when they were called "Ren-alt" instead of some snooty French "Ren-eaux". She also won a player piano, which she sold to pay the taxes on the Renault.
She was doing her Saturday morning errands (groceries, laundry, etc) and had me in the car with her. This was long before child car seats...heck I'm not even sure the car had seatbelts.
We stopped at the dry cleaners, and she knew it would be a quick stop, so she locked me in the car, and went in alone. (I know- totally irresponsible parenting).
After she got her dry cleaning, she started toward the car and was horrified to see a crowd of noisy concerned people surrounding the car. She ran out there, scared something had happened to me.
Something had happened, but not to me...
Remember I said she'd been grocery shopping? And of course, everybody knows what is on top of the grocery bags (paper bags in those days, so stuff was easily accessible)
As she got closer, she realized that 'Lil SVreX had discovered the eggs, and was throwing them at the windshield from the back seat. The bystanders were trying to help, but the car doors were locked, and their attentions only encouraged me to keep going with gusto, making them laugh.
By the time my mom got the car unlocked, I had thrown most of a dozen eggs at the windshield, and they were dripping down into the defroster vents.
Only new car my mother ever had. Always smelled like rotten eggs when she turned on the heater.
I still remember it. And the smell. 
Thanks for the memories, Ditchdigger! 
