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I am a reformed riceburner queen. There was a time when I thought American cars were inferior in reliability. Now...I'm over my 1988 Nissan, 1992 Toyota, 1993 Lexus, and 1998 Acura. My Camaro kicks all their butts. Bottom line is, when you find a car that gives you that one-of-a-kind feeling of euphoria, you just know it's your soul mate on wheels. In that respect, bailout money doesn't matter. I like what I like, period. When people start trashtalking about another person's choice, deep down they are not completely at peace with their own choices. Their problem, not mine.
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