I happened upon an old friend today. As I was driving from work to dinner I passed the Corsica. Yes, the Corsica. It was just sitting in a small used car lot on the side of the road.
Trust me, I know it was mine. The pattern of paint chips on the front bumper and the crooked hood gaps left no doubt.
I traded it in relatively far down Route 19 - in another county. Now it's only about three minutes from my house. Maybe the Corsica is trying to inch its way back home.
Because of the price written on the front windshield, however, I think it may be sitting right where it is for a long time...