Bid farewell to my car. My beloved 2010 Honda CR-V.
I’m not a car person. Never have been. I grew up in New York City in an era when a nice car was an invitation to be broken into or stolen. Maybe its that.
Nonetheless, there I was yesterday in the alley behind a garage sprawled out across the hood of a beat-up old car all misty-eyed and holding a selfie …
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