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I had some very nice cars when I was younger. I watched them like a hawk and kept them perfect. There's a certain relief in owning a car that just doesn't matter. A few weeks ago I watched a little boy swing open the back door of a car and take a chip of paint off the rear door handle of my Mazda. Years ago I would have insisted that the kids mom pay to have that fixed. Mom barked at the kid and apologized to me. I shrugged.
Happy about it? No. Happy it wasn't a high end car? Yes. I told my wife about it when I got home... I just don't know if I could ever go back to driving expensive cars as I know I'd be stressed out about trying to keep them perfect.
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Lee
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