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January 14, 2009


Lou Lawson

The car I drive is a 1984 Chrysler New Yorker. This year it will be 25 years old. It is paid for and we are the second owner. The first owner kept really good care of it and it gets us to where we want to go. It is a 'talking' car that we named Roger. He tells us when the headlights are on and the doors are ajar and even when we need gas. He TOLD us we needed gas on a recent trip and we were hoping to make it to the next town to fuel up and didn't make it. So when we pulled over to the side of the road-Empty, we expected him to say...I TOLD YOU SO. Ha., but he didn't. My husband walked down the highway til he found a kind person at home to help get some gas. Unfortunately (or maybe FORTUNATELY....no passers by stopped to lend a hand during the 1/2 hour he was gone).

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Hey Lou,

First off, I'd like to congratulate on your green ride. That is one old car. Mine is only a 1998 - practically a child!

Secondly, I think you need to talk to someone about those voices you're hearing. Only, it doesn't seem that that's a problem, really. Apparently, it only causes trouble when you don't listen! :)

Listen to the voices, Lou! Listen to the voices!

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Its better to drive the old ones when ever you are driving for the first time. As new ones are more expensive and there are chances of damage, when we are driving on road.

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