I rolled up to the counter smiling and asking the gal how she was. We made small-talk as she worked on te computer, talking about hurricane dean, joking about how I was on a Chine Airlines flight weeks ago as we watched a 737 burn to the ground on the TV. When she told me what kind of car I had (Impala or Grand Prix, my choice), I said “That’s like asking me which eye I want poked out with a sharp stick.” She laughed, and before I knew it I was driving away in a “Sunset Pearlescent” (Blood-orange) Eclipse. It has 9300 miles on it, but I call that “broken in.” Getting on the freeway is pure bliss, with the manumatic transmission that doesn’t even shift for you at red-line. Not that I’ve red-lined it yet… I can say it handles well around 100mph, even for a little four-banger. I think I read that somewhere…