Last month I bought a new car after my '96 Pontiac Grand Prix took a dump in a big way after a very meager 83k miles. The diagnosis was a hole in the cylinder wall, most likely due to faulty casting. It was a shame because the car itself was in great shape, and I kept it in tip-top running order. My girlfriend has a '00 Saturn L series, a horrendous little crap wagon that extolls the benefits of "safety", "reliability", and "good gas mileage". I care little for those things, so I bought myself a Ford Mustang GT. Now the only thing I won't pass on the highway is a gas station.