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I have one of the oldest and rustiest cars in the Twin Cities. My car is fourteen years old, and I’ve had it for ten years. At this point, it has become almost an experiment to see how much farther I can drive it before it dies.

Anyway, sometimes I look around at all the shiny newer cars on the road, and feel a bit of envy. Usually all it takes to break me out of it, though, is to ask myself: “How many of those cars do you think are paid for?” — “Not many, and a lot of them are probably leased,” and “How many of those cars are going to still be on the road at age 14?” — “Most of them are going to be totaled long before then, the way these people drive.”

So I’m still sticking with my old car–paid for, reliable, good gas mileage, and cheap to insure.