If something is "popular in Europe," would you take that as an indicator of refinement or of something overwrought? Because I've been sleeping like a hobo—a classy Italian hobo.
It only took 630 miles of motorcycle riding, four wires cut in my tow harness, and one near death experience sliding through a film of invisible pig shit to bring her home. May I introduce you to the Nanny?
Writing an eBay description of a beloved car is like writing an obituary for a friend that's still alive. Flaws and strengths. Have to be honest. But then you have to go out to the garage and crawl inside them.