The reddish orange Yugo sputtered and spat its way through and oh so slowly through the winding hills of Litchfield County, CT.

Irv, its proud driver swiped a handkerchief out of his multi-plaid crumpled shirt pocket and blew his bulbous nose afflicted with rosacea. He was definitely a contender for the Karl Malden look alike contest.

Polly, his sweet yet slightly dim-witted wife donned a huge beige sunhat with assorted colorful flowers and fauna- a tribute to Audubon. Her long platinum blond hair and white make up made her look like a porcelain doll with ruby red lips.

Normally Irv had the patience of a Saint with Polly, but for some reason his nerves were slightly on edge since he surrendered pipe smoking less than a week ago.

"Was that someone beeping the horn at us, hon?" Polly chimed.

Irv grumbled and muttered "Just my nose- just my nose."

"Oh I could have sworn it was another driver or even a goose!"

He sighed and suddenly sniffed the air like a bloodhound as they entered town.

"Hey Pol- do you smell something like burnt rubber?"

"I didn't know condoms could do that, Irv!"

"Polly...listen to me - rubber as in tire - don't you unders-" Before he could continue, the Yugo screeched, joggled and KAPLOOM! The right front Goodyear had blown to smithereens.
Miraculously Irv swerved the vehicle into a ditch with a tiny shopping plaza in the near distance.

"Whew- close one, and we don't even have a spare."

Polly excited from their adventure, pointed quickly towards the plaza.
"Irv!  I've got it. Look! A bakery! Maybe they can sell us a donut for our car!"

Irv took a deep breath, glared at Polly and monotoned..."cinnamon or French twist."