I think it was a 1998-ish Pontiac Grand Prix. I dated two different women that drove that car and so I had to ride around in them and sometimes drive them. Both were just a train wreck of problems. They shook violently sitting at a red light, the brakes always seemed to be failing, and everything that could break was falling off the cars. It’s weird that two women I dated owned the same car but more so that they both had the same problems.
This whole raw milk thing is truly breaking my remaining faith in humanity. Like I saw how we responded to COVID and everything we’ve done across the past hundred plus years in destroying environments, greed, and selfishness but for some reason this raw milk saga is kinda like the straw that broke the camels back. Just intentionally trying to work against the whole species.