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  taylor

  1 year ago

  Aww. When I lost my beloved '88 red Honda Civic Hatchback, I cried, puked in a truck stop bathroom, and came down with a fever and diarrhea. Parting with loved cars hurts.
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  magdalenus

  1 year ago

  My first blog post at The Poverty Jet Set was about giving up my first car, Sparky. Check it out: http://thepovertyjetset.com/2006/06/05/rule-num...
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  kessler

  1 year ago

  goodbye Ron. you wouldn't remember me. we hardly knew each other but i thought you were special.
  
  my first car was an '85 Chevi Cavalier. dark blue. all function, not so much in the form department. you could not stop this thing. large parts would just fall off and it never even seemed to matter. turn the radio up to mask the noise and you were good to go. my parents though it was wise to trade in my Chevi in to get themselves a new Mitsubishi, giving me their old Mitsubishi. my car was maybe the only car in my family's history that was able to be driven away. the Mitsubishi that I was given lasted me about 2 months before she was dead and gone. Granted, she was never loved.
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  Eric

  1 year ago

  *sigh* RIP.
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  Audrey

  1 year ago

  I didn't occur to me that Mark's first post on The Poverty Jet Set was about getting rid of his beloved car Sparky, until after i had decided this post about Ron Burgundy would be my first post on PJS. heh!
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  magdalenus

  1 year ago

  Wild coincidence or unfettered fate. You be the judge! ;)
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  gojeffrey

  1 year ago

  I like it when people name their cars. I have one named Lucy.
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