William owned the Celebrity. He then sold it to Bryan who got it running for a short while (long enough for us to ruin it). I had conferred unto the Celebrity lordship in the Empire, because "nothing beats a Celebrity." The Celebrity was the car that introduced us to fishing out on Memory Lane. Sadly though, the Celebrity got a hole in one of its pistons, and it no longer functioned. We changed that though with a little bit of oil, and a new battery. After we aired up the tires, William, Bryan, and I piled in, followed by Nathan in his truck and Zach on a motorcycle. We drove out to Memory Lane, and fished it one last time. As we were swinging from side to side, with William behind the wheel, we could smell burning oil, and the dummy light came on. We ignored it, and Bryan took over. He took us through one last cornfield, then we started to head home. Just as we got off Memory Lane, the engine locked up due to lack of oil. With William and I perched on the sunroof, Nathan rammed us all the way home. We stopped at the gravel pit to have a little more fun though. Nathan tried ripping the doors off the car with his truck, but only succeeded in breaking out one of his tail-lights and gaining a huge scratch in his side. We neglected to realize that the doors would not come off, but would only bend backwards. Oops. Over the next few weeks, the Celebrity sat in my backyard. It was subject to spray paint, pick axes, rammings, baseball bats, kicks, brake fluid, fire, and even potato cannons. It now lies resting in peace in the Effner junkyard. I have its cigarette lighter and its gas cap as souveniours. Here is Billy's truck atop the Celebrity:
 All of us standing on the car. (on top, L to R: me, William, Nathan, Bryan, Zach, Gary. Hanging out back door: Troy. Out of sunroof: Andy.)
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