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Procrastination works with homework, but not with cars. There are so many things wrong with my poor Taurus that I swear it was about to start a union just to go on strike on me. Luckily, my dad is a little more reasonable than I, and convinced (rather, made me feel like an idiot in that fatherly way dad's are capable of) me to take it in. So now, my car is sitting in some shop being torn apart, and all the while I get to cruise around in this awesome white mini-van. That's right, folks. I haven't even been castrated (married) yet, and I'm already draining myself of every drop of masculinity in me every time I have to go out somewhere.