The Evolution Of (Our) Cars

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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. . . .

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