My grandfather never cared about cars. If it ran and got him from point A to point B – fantastic. It was always full to the brim with rowing gear. My grandmother was meticulous and practical.
One day he went to get a new car.
In a pinnacle of not caring about what car he drove, he came home with a salmon colored beast with those big ass wings that were once popular. I assume it was roomy enough for the rowing gear.
My grandmother was less than thrilled.
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