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I don’t know how it got started, but somehow, the editorial staff here at the News-Times wandered onto memory lane last week with a discussion of our first cars. None of us, apparently, had parents who loved us enough to furnish us with sleek, late model sports cars for our early driving years, and although few of us actually loved our first rides, in looking back, we all agreed on one thing - it was better than walking.

In my case, it was a 1978 Dodge Diplomat, and frankly, I was completely misled about it. When my dad announced on my 16th birthday that I’d be receiving my very ow...