http://washingtondc.craigslist.org/d...554061606.html
I voted it for best of craigslist. It sure was enjoying to read.
That's right, Ladies and Gentlemen, for the astoundingly low offer of about $2000 you can own this amazing piece of history that has nothing but stories to tell!
Just think, this is a car that has seen the ORIGINAL President Bush vomit on foreign dignitaries, the end of apartheid in South Africa, two (count 'em) Gulf Wars, the gradual decline of BOTH the Simpsons and Saturday Night Live, the birth of Family Guy, the birth of my little sister, the bombing and destruction of the World Trade Towers, my beloved NY Giants crushing the Patriots in the Super Bowl and....well it's a 1992.
Confuse and amaze your friends with its extra pedal, tell them it's called a clutch and watch them bow before your ability to drive manual. Smile knowingly as you look at their newer, plastic, cars with the smug satisfaction that you have electric windows and locks along with the icing on the top of a fully operational sunroof! Laugh derisively at their more expensive cars that they had to strip down to afford whilst you zip around in your luxury car that averages 23 city and 30+ highway miles to the gallon.
Your friends might tell you that this car is old, remind them that they pay extra for aged wine and cheese. They may say that 143,000 miles is a lot for a car, try to keep the milk from blasting out your nose as you look down on them with a smirk and remind them. . ...it's a HONDA, they never die! (Feel free to use the tone of voice reserved for talking to a smaller, slightly challenged friend that they clearly are). They may say that you are about to pour money into this car to keep it running, this is the point that you look at them (perhaps with a tear in your eye) and tell the tale of woe that was the previous owner who fixed the spark plugs, gear linkage, clutch linkage, wires, and put it back it fighting shape out of his concern for you: the new owner.
Dents? BAH! These are war wounds, forged on the battlegrounds of DC. You might even consider them souvenirs as at least one was put there by a Senator. Giggle like a drunken schoolgirl at the sobs and weeping of your friends as they mourn the bit by bit destruction of their plastic shit-wagons. . .knowing that your car could eat one of theirs, and most likely already has. . .
So place your bids for this one of a kind animal, a living and breathing piece of history that has outlasted dictators, democracies, a few countries, the dot-com revolution, those terrible Geico Caveman commercials, a recession, an impeachment, and soon to be this most recent recession.
You know you want it, now come and get it.
Just think, this is a car that has seen the ORIGINAL President Bush vomit on foreign dignitaries, the end of apartheid in South Africa, two (count 'em) Gulf Wars, the gradual decline of BOTH the Simpsons and Saturday Night Live, the birth of Family Guy, the birth of my little sister, the bombing and destruction of the World Trade Towers, my beloved NY Giants crushing the Patriots in the Super Bowl and....well it's a 1992.
Confuse and amaze your friends with its extra pedal, tell them it's called a clutch and watch them bow before your ability to drive manual. Smile knowingly as you look at their newer, plastic, cars with the smug satisfaction that you have electric windows and locks along with the icing on the top of a fully operational sunroof! Laugh derisively at their more expensive cars that they had to strip down to afford whilst you zip around in your luxury car that averages 23 city and 30+ highway miles to the gallon.
Your friends might tell you that this car is old, remind them that they pay extra for aged wine and cheese. They may say that 143,000 miles is a lot for a car, try to keep the milk from blasting out your nose as you look down on them with a smirk and remind them. . ...it's a HONDA, they never die! (Feel free to use the tone of voice reserved for talking to a smaller, slightly challenged friend that they clearly are). They may say that you are about to pour money into this car to keep it running, this is the point that you look at them (perhaps with a tear in your eye) and tell the tale of woe that was the previous owner who fixed the spark plugs, gear linkage, clutch linkage, wires, and put it back it fighting shape out of his concern for you: the new owner.
Dents? BAH! These are war wounds, forged on the battlegrounds of DC. You might even consider them souvenirs as at least one was put there by a Senator. Giggle like a drunken schoolgirl at the sobs and weeping of your friends as they mourn the bit by bit destruction of their plastic shit-wagons. . .knowing that your car could eat one of theirs, and most likely already has. . .
So place your bids for this one of a kind animal, a living and breathing piece of history that has outlasted dictators, democracies, a few countries, the dot-com revolution, those terrible Geico Caveman commercials, a recession, an impeachment, and soon to be this most recent recession.
You know you want it, now come and get it.
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