I'm still only on my second car in my lifetime. Well, sort of my third, I guess, since Mr. Clod and I traded daily vehicles with each other once the first kid was born. But he still drives my second.
1.) 1986 Acura, slate blue, with great big tears in the leather seats. I loved everything about that car, except the leather seats (not because of the tears, but because leather seats will sear flesh here in the summers.)
2.) 2001 Mazda B3000 truck, forest green. It's having some pretty severe acceleration problems, so I don't know how much longer it will last. Except we can't really afford to replace it, so it better last indefinitely.
