I've had some cars. Here they were.
- •My first car was a 1978 Honda Civic. I named it Scum. It was a grubby, worn out car that had seen better days. I don't know, maybe it really hadn't. I bought it for $100 from an acquaintance. It lasted just over year. While I had it, it would do almost anything I asked. It got me through several blizzards before succumbing to a bent axle.
- •My second car, a 1982 Honda Civic, showed how much Honda improved in a mere 4 years. It was my mom's car, then she decided to get a new one. I lucked out. It lasted me several years and hardly complained. Then it just sort of died all at once.
- •My next car was white. It was my dad's old car. It was troubled. Lasted a few years, then got too expensive to fix. I don't even remember what kind it was, but it was an American car. I wasn't overall impressed.
- •A friend of mine knew that my car had died and, incredibly, arranged for her mom to give me her old 1970-something Saab. It was brown and no frills. Even the glove compartment seemed irked to be there. It died within a year, ungracefully and sullen.
- •Then I bought a Mitsubishi from a friend. It was a nice bright blue and mostly worked okay. It got me through dating my girlfriend and eventually marrying her. It's the only car I ever had that didn't die on me. Instead, I ditched it for my next car. I donated it to the kidney foundation for scrap, I guess.
- •My wife and I had our first child, and my father-in-law decided to give us his 1998 Volvo as a gift, which also freed him up to buy himself a brand-new car. It was a great car, maybe the best I've had in some respects, probably because normally there is no way I could have ever afforded it by myself.
- •And now we have two SUVs. They're useful, but it's more like driving a boat than a car. I don't know, I'm not a car guy, really. I just like getting from point a to point b.