Relating to Jeremy Renner

 The first car I owned was a '57 Chevy, and it was a good car, but it developed a habit of stopping without notice. I was used to it and would just pop the hood, make some adjustment to the carburetor or fuel pump ( I forget which),  and the engine would kick in.   On the way home from Troy one fine day, the car stopped on a slight hill on Route 40.  So I popped the hood and performed the usual magic to get it running. However, when the engine started, the car started to run back down the hill. I ran after it and opened the door, but must have grabbed the steering wheel and the car swung right across the road and into a nearby field. Luckily, I was young and able to get out of its path, so I didn't break 30 bones like poor Jeremy.