I came out of the Thrift Store where I donate some time making repairs on furniture and stuff and I see one of these in the parking lot. 1936 Mercedes Benz, beautiful silver gray finish. Absolutely beautiful.
I was admiring it wishing I had my camera with me when the owner came out and we talked. Asked him about the engine and he said he replaced the original 180(?) HP V8 with a 330 HP V8. Said the car won four national awards.
He then opened the door to get in and I remarked "complete with suicide doors, eh"?
He said "yes, I had a guy sitting there I'm sure you heard of" pointing to the passenger seat "in Marietta, he closed the door, when we went around a curve the door flew open, I think he had to go home and burn his underwear"
The guy was Newt Gingrich.