Like every other automotive journalist, I have eyes bigger than my car-shaped stomach. To us, cars are tasty little morsels that we can’t help but overindulge on until we metaphorically throw up. Well, folks – I’m throwing up. I’ve tried to chew and chew, and keep things down, but I’ve overeaten, and the Honda-shaped bile has risen. Or, was I poisoned?
Ignoring my probably overwrought and too-gross-for-publication metaphor, I’ve learned some really terrible things…
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