I parked next to a car yesterday that looked like a bit of a junker. It was pretty banged up
and featured several significant rust spots. As I got out of my own car to go into the store,
I walked next to the junky car, and I noticed that it wasn't a thing of beauty on the inside,
either.
Now the car I drive does not clear, by much, the bar of "basic transportation," so I don't
have any sort of superiority attitude about cars. And yet, I was struck by how shabby this
particular car was. Apparently the owner of the car knew how bad it looked, for he had a