I wouldn’t consider myself technically minded and I most definitely don’t know much about car mechanics. I know where to stick the nozzle to fill the tank with gas. I can open the hood. I can fill the water thingy and pull out the oil dip stick thingy. Well, there you are, my sum knowledge of cars. A car is meant to get you from A to B, or so I believe.
One of my first conversations with my better half was about cars. I listened to enthused descriptions of a six CD player, heated leather seats, electronic sun-roof. There is nothing better than cruising along the coast, sun-roof open, listening to The Eagles blasting on the superb sound system — allegedly.
Nope, not from where I sit. Just get me from A to B in my jalopy, not old, just simple. I try not to pollute too much and try not to spend too much on gas. Who really needs sixteen cup holders in a four seater?
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