A few years ago, I wrecked my sedan after hitting some black ice. I kinda cried for a bit. It was completely bone stock and didn't run so great, but there was just something about it I couldn't get over.
So I puttered around in my friend's old 1998 Dodge Dakota until I could afford my own set of wheels again. Eventually I found this absolute rustbucket of a hatch sitting on the side of the road and thought "fuck it, why not".
(just kidding.)
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