My house. There's the minivan that got its tires slashed and my 68 Bug that still has a flat front driver's-side tire. It also needs a new clutch cable which, obviously, I won't be replacing as long as there's that much snow on the ground. Parked next to it is my neighbor's Type II wagon that is in cherry condition and sits there to make my Bug look like shit. Heh - her's is a 1970, nyah nyah nyah nyah nyah nyah.