"My trusted little red Honda Civic carried me up and down the mountains, happily hauling load after load of my belongings, sometimes my drunken classmates, and all of my hopes and dreams in the late 90's. She wasn't new, but she was mine, and the $115 car payments each month were manageable on my part-time waitress salary. The brakes on my base model were never powerful enough to stop me from knocking into the back end of myriad other drivers, as I was distracted by the Beastie Boys blasting…"
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