
The Last Person Who Should Write This Book
I was nineteen, stationed at Fort Bragg, and I bought a 1984 Ford Escort with a powertrain warranty I believed in completely. One Christmas leave later, I was stranded on a West Virginia roadside in the dark, with a cracked head and a warranty worth exactly nothing. That Escort cost me $2,400 to buy and $300 to sell. It taught me everything.
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