Once, someone bought my car from me at a traffic light. I was driving the last Fiat Uno around. It was a beautiful and genius white baby, born in 1983, 1301 cc, fast as an imp. I knew that it doesn't make sense anymore and that I have to switch to something else. But I refused.
How can you give up a car that you got used to viewing as an extension of your body?
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