This all started some months ago when I began shopping for a car. My Cadillac (which I purchased from my parents) had died a horrible death last winter when a slow-leak in the radiator caused the engine to seize. It would have cost too much to repair, so I junked it. I got by borrowing my folks ’89 Nissan Sentra which, by now, everyone knows I totaled in a rear-end collision with a semi-trailer last month. The accident caused some of my friends to keep suggesting that I look for a European import rather than a Japanese vehicle. But, after a couple of used Honda Civic deals fell through, I decided to myself, “What could it hurt if I just looked.”
