Just wanted to share some pictures I took of my car a couple of weeks ago.

Background for those unfamiliar: it was my first car when I bought it 8 years ago. It's now 18 years old (one of the last '96s built, I think) and has 213,000 miles on it. The engine blew a month after I bought it. The transmission needed replaced too. Then wrecked it once when I was 17, but had it repaired (new bumper, bumper cover, and fender). Then some years later, the transmission needed rebuilt again. Then I lightly rear-ended a Tahoe, which bent the front-left quarter panel's leading edge badly, deformed a small part of the bumper cover and gently bent the leading edge of the hood down.

But through it all, I've always loved it irrationally. I shouldn't. It's a '90s GM FWD automatic Pontiac with body cladding. But somehow I just have to love it. I will keep it until either it experiences irreparable damage from a collision or until I die. Whichever comes first.


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