Sometimes I regret not fixing that 740GL and keeping it as a beater until I crossed the million mile mark. I was just so SICK of the interior of that car. Every time I sat down in it, a piece of my soul died. Too many miles staring at that dashboard knowing that when I stopped, I would be faced with an ancient Lantastics or NetWare Lite network. Or, God forbid, TSX-32.

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