It is with deepest regret that I announce after 99,547 pot-hole filled DC miles, 73 parking tickets, 2 "snow emergency" towings, a run-in with a DC cop car and 8 sets of tires, my beloved ugly box of a car has moved on to the great smooth autobahn in the sky. It faithfully carried, without too much complaint, hundreds of happy home buyers, dozens of laughing children on car-pool runs, a few Senators, two dogs, a fish, and a moose head.
Born from the demented brain of a Japanese designer (or schoolgirl) was one of the ugliest cars ever made. And yet, it found joy in having a normal life. When I saw the car at the dealer in 2003 I was just getting started in real estate and figured I should buy a Jag or something, right? Gotta dress for success and
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