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Well, I've had a couple of cars that are more or less my firsts--one, a 1989 Volvo 240 named Zippy, taught me an important lesson. My parents signed Zippy over to me in order to sell, because they didn't need Zippy any more. I'd been driving him for a year, and loved him, but since my parents had promised to give me their extra Volvo station wagon (94 940 wagon named Baby, first car I ever drove), I agreed to sell him for them.
We were Zippy's original owners. I didn't really enjoy selling him. We'd had him since I was six. Furthermore, about a month after I sold Zippy, I received an email from the girl I'd sold him to that made it clear she didn't give two hoots about my car. I've regretted selling Zippy ever since.
That's why I've decided to drive my Baby until she's ready to go to the junkyard.
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If I am not better, at least I am different. --Jean-Jacques Rousseau
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