Pshhh... Feb 23, 1967. I decided to enter the world 3 weeks early. As the story goes, it was a rain/sleet/snowy mess on the roads. At the time, Dad had the only car in the house cuz Mom didnt drive yet . So Dad was driving a $50 Chevrolet trade in he picked up from the Chrysler dealer he worked for when he couldn't afford the payments on his 60 Fury. Mom's water broke, they jump in the rust bucket and haul *** to the hospital, as best they could. Did I mention it was a rust bucket? As he turned left into the hospital lot, the right rear quarter panel fell the rest of the way off and slide up the sidewalk. He dropped Mom at the ER entrance , retrieved the rusty quarter, parked the car and 45 minutes later was looking at all 10lb, 8oz of me. The next week, he ditched the Chevy and brought home a 50 Plymouth that he drove until about 1972.
Let's hear some more birth stories involving cars.