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I Don't Know Jack about Cars

This is just one of my failings as a man. I know jack-shite about cars, except that they move fast, look cool, and are comfortable, unless you're driving one of those really ancient model T's without enough cash to re-upholster.



Truth of the matter is, I've long been in love with Honda car models. My brother's first car was a Honda Civic (it was an early nineties model, I forget which), and it was a very, very good car.



Later on, my folks got sick of Mitsubishi and went and got themselves their own Honda, a red Honda City (this was a couple of years ago, and to this day, that car remains to be one of my favorites. It was something of an improvement on the Civic in terms of design and comfort, although word out is that the Civic had a better engine.



One of the things I'd always told myself is that someday, I'll go and buy myself my own automobile. I'd consult sites like these for good deals. I'll soup it up. And call it Fred.



Someday. Even if I didn't have the ability to actually drive the damn thing.

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