No more breakdowns and Triple A roadside assistance!!
Finally....no more driving in anxiety. Whew!!
The woman who sold me the car was a single mother, age 31, with a 13 year-old son. Smoker, tough-talking, two-full-time-job working woman (her other job's at Home Depot...she loves it, she says..."butch", I'm thinking, except she does have a son). She was inviting me to biker sports bars in North Jersey by the end of the night with "awesome local bands." "Why go to NYC?" she enthused. I think I might give it a try....