Youthful indiscretion caused me to oversteer (!) my first car, a Ford Focus, into a barbed wire fence, and with some shame, I also got drunk enough to run my '92 Bronco into a tree.
Since my idiot days, I have backed into one concrete post, costing me a mere $80 for a rear bumper on my Mustang, and ironically enough, last month I had someone back into me and cause my crumbling portion of exhaust pipe upstream of the muffler to kick the bucket, at a $40 charge to have a fresh piece welded in. Sounding like a ricer and knowing the front pipe off the muffler is riding on your rear control arm kinda sucks for a 100 mile commute home.
Hypermiling does really force one both to take your actions slow and to keep your wits about you. Driving classic cars similarly forced me to be deliberate.
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'97 Honda Civic DX Coupe 5MT - dead 2/23
'00 Echo - dead 2/17
'14 Chrysler Town + Country - My DD, for now
'67 Mustang Convertible - gone 1/17
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