We are, as of this evening, the owners of a 2004 Honda Civic. Black. The safety ratings are good, the mileage is great, and the trunk is bigger than I thought it'd be. This car is so shiny and black, I feel a little conservative in it, like we need a sheaf of lefty bumper stickers to balance the thing out. But I bet that soon it'll feel like ours. And boy is it awesome to drive down the highway without feeling like the whole body of the car is going to crumble off as we go.
It's been pointed out that if we continue our habit of driving cars far into their decrepitude, we may well see Ingrid behind the wheel of this thing. Over the next couple of years, though, I guess we'll just be working on creating a good under-the-backseat layer of Cheerio detritus.