On night I was driving over the local interstate, looked down and saw several blue lights flashing and a car astride a large interstate sized lightpole. Thought, uhoh somebody's in trouble.
The next day I was leaving a retail establishment at that interchange and ran into two old friends staring at one of their cars. A large Pontiac (model forgotten), with a large, light pole sized, indentation on the rear quarter panel.
I ask one of them if he was the one I had seen on the highway the night before and he responded yes. The other one piped in " I put my Fiat in the creek that runs behind local watering hole last night." He hesitated a moment, then added " there's quaaludes in town."
Episodes like that and a lot of nakedness seem to sum up a lot of the 714 experience.