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1. an '89 Dodge Dakota, which my dad sold after I got in a wreck and ripped off someone's rear bumper. I decided driving a truck with big metal fenders just wasn't for me.
2. an '89 Volvo 240, which I named Zippy, and sold. Wish I hadn't. I could still be tooling around in Zippy, getting 30mpg. My parents were the original owners, and it was in very good shape despite being possibly in need of a new transmission.
3. a '94 Volvo 940 wagon, which is named Baby but often referred to as the "Hot Box" in summertime, as the A/C is dead. I learned to drive on Baby. She is a lease return that my parents acquired around Mother's Day, 1996, and signed over to me a couple years ago. I will probably drive it until it dies. I have a lot of memories associated with that car.
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If I am not better, at least I am different. --Jean-Jacques Rousseau
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