But my grandpa very graciously gave it to me in 2003 (when he decided, at age 92, that maybe he shouldn't drive anymore). Since then, I haven't had a car payment. And also since then, my insurance rate keeps dropping. Just last Sunday, I was telling my brother Mark that the insurance "is like $400 for six months." The new bill just came in the mail, and it turns out I was wrong. The cost for the privilege of driving my fine automobile around town for the next six months? $250.
The chipping clear coat is looking more like a "custom finish"--like sponge-painting in a bathroom--than a fault.
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Michelle, I drove my 1995 Honda Accord until last year, when I finally sold it, under duress. I read in one of Anne Lamott's essays that her son drove a "1995 Honda beater," and I was humiliated. So I caved and bought a Toyota Highlander -- and not the hybrid either (mileage isn't that hot). Will save the hybrid for the next incarnation of gas-savers.
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