The Evolution Of (Our) Cars
By Abby Gabs on February 21, 2014
First, there was Mr. T. My first car. A beat up, rusted out old ’82 Dautsun Maxima, with an inoperable rear door, a horn that sounded like a Smurf being squished by Gargamel, and a sun roof that I kept open most days of the year. . . .