Cars are useful as a means of transportation and also the best place to cry and/or eat alone (preferably both at once). But they can also be the absolute bane of our existence—especially when they don't function properly. My first car was a 22-year-old Peugeot inherited from my grandma that didn't go above 45 miles an hour and had only one working door (the front passenger seat). It's honestly a miracle I'm still alive to tell you about it.
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