There are several hundreds in New York City. My good friend, Nick, has one in the backyard of his house atop Staten Island. The good doctor graciously invites me for a swim during the summer months. His four children have four cars and Nick has three along with that of his wife. None of the eight cars have ended up in the pool, but seemingly other pools in the USA have seen unexpected guests plunge into the deep end.
They don’t float.
They can’t escape the pools.
And you can’t drive them out.
Even high class cars find water.
The juggernaut crushes all in its path.
Pools too.
But not Nick’s MG.
