My wife, Tina, watched the new owner of her old Volkswagen Golf reverse down our driveway and putter off. Then she went into the house and lay down on the floor and cried. In an effort to comfort her, I fanned her with the stack of fresh $100 bills, a stack that was even bigger than I had dared hope when I put up the Craigslist ad with its highly optimistic price. But it was no use. That Golf was a steel box of memories. She bought it new after graduate school and always planned to keep it until the wheels fell off. After 104,000 miles, only the little “VW” wheel badges had fallen off, parting company for the gutter somewhere along the line. The Golf had been a good car, a dependable car, her car, but it had grown old and a little infirm, and she agreed the time had come for a fresh face. A seat heater and Bluetooth were required. A half-hour later, the shiva apparently over, I watched her drive off in her new car, which was silent but for a silly, transporter-beam hum from behind a front wheel. The noise always reminds me that I still have to get behind that wheel and, per some instructions I read on a forum, unplug the wire to the speaker making the sound. Yes, there’s a forum for the Mitsubishi i-MiEV. READ MORE ››
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