Mike’s rusty, 2004 Honda Civic was a piece of shit.
With over 150,000 miles, it was a miracle that it still ran. In fact, Mike was convinced that he could start it underwater. Throughout its life, the Civic had seen its fair share of adventures –– road trips to and from college, the awkward rocking cadence and foggy windows of adolescent sex, spilled McDonald’s fries wedged between the seats after a stoned, late-night bout of munchies, first loves, breakups, jam sessions, teething...
