It occurred to me today that every crappy, beaten up, rusted out old hunk of scrap metal car was once someone's brand new, just-off-the-showroom-floor car of choice. The only difference between then and now is time. I like to try to figure out what the car looked like brand new, with its sticker in the window. Sometimes it's really easy, other times not so much. Then I think about my car and try to picture out what it will look like in ten or fifteen years, and I wish I could see it then. People should get to visit old cars after they sell them, or when they get sent to the scrap yard. I would like to see all the people who have owned the same car over its long life get together at the end. Sort of like an old car funeral.

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