From the Gene Files: While most people tend to leave their hearts in San Francisco, Dick Nasty left his car in the Pacific Ocean. Nasty was in Mexico last week and tells this harrowing tale of hairpin turns along a Mexican highway.

Nasty: I was down in Mexico for the day…

Gene: Last time Katie Morgan was there she brought back a hundred pounds of something.

Nasty: That wasn’t me. We were about 100 miles into Mexico along the coast. We were going back by one of the coast roads towards Tijuana. I was there shopping with my English friend [Alicia]. We were coming back. My friend has a house there and I was showing her where the house is. There’s this windy road that goes out into the ocean. The house is on a spit of land. Just as we’re making a turn, a truck’s coming around the corner the other way and a car’s overtaking it on the outside. My side of the road. This is a little narrow road- one lane in each direction. So I swerve to the right to miss it; go off in the dirt- I lost control and skidded sideways. I came back on to the road, shot straight across the road, straight off the other side into the sea. My car was buried half way up to the doors.

Gene: You flew over like a stunt guy?

Nasty: Yeah. I’m fine but the car’s not so fine. There’s very little body damage but the interior’s ruined; the engine’s ruined.

Gene: How far was the drop.

Nasty: Not far maybe five or six feet. The insurance company’s got a hold of it. It’s in the shop.

Gene: We haf pro-blems, senor

Nasty: Exactly. I’m just like pay me for the car.