I have to give impatient people a damn good reason why I'm driving at a SLUG'S PACE. 25 MPH in a 40 zone is quite common for me. If you've ever driven in Lawton, Ok, you'll feel what I mean in the seat of your pants and in the top of your skull when you bang the headliner. Some old bag blasted her horn at me the other day on West Cache Road. I replied by flipping her the bird. This little gas-sipping and mechanically-reliable 1995 city car is no boat (Lincoln Continental, Chrysler Imperial, Cadillac Fleetwood Brougham) for ride comfort.
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