It was a Toyota Tercel wagon that's almost as old as I am. You don't see these cars much outside of the Pacific Northwest, but they look like geeky little minivans. This one had 295,000 miles, a bad rattle-can paint job, no muffler, and an exhaust leak into the interior that smelled really funky when the car burned oil, which was most of the time. I thought the stained plaid seats were stylish because they matched my shirts, but nobody else seemed to agree. There was no way I was ever going to meet girls when I was driving that thing, so it functioned well as birth control. Now that I've got a slightly newer Toyota pickup truck I have to rely on my personality to keep girls away.
, so if I AM to have another, it won't be until after I'm married. 
