Eat your heart out, Judy Jetson. I got a new car. (Thanks, Fratguy!)
I had higher hopes for what cars of the 21st century would be like, but I’ll have to settle for a new-used 2008 Prius, which satisfies my compulsive frugality completely. It doesn’t fly, but I think I’m going to take it to a custom shop and get doors like a Delorean that at least look like wings when you open them. (So long as it doesn’t screw with my mileage too much, that is.)
With my house built in 1951 and my 21st century car, it’s all Back to the Future, all the time at chez Historiann!
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