Mar 4
2 min read
On The Road Again
Some nice words about a “bad” car
I must’ve been sick the day they taught us all to fall in love with new cars.
I’ve never really understood the allure of buying one. My first car was already 18 by the time it pulled into my driveway. The newest one — by a long shot — was 6.
My current car is a teenager, and I’m only one step removed from manual widows and a…
