We drive old cars. No, I mean old—not vintage, not antique, not retro. There is no moniker of dignity you can put on the age of our automobiles. Case in point, the morning I approached the garage to go to work only to notice that both our vehicles had been “broken into”. I say that tongue in cheek, since one of the cars we dared not lock anymore, or it might be locked forever. I giggled all the way to work, since there was really nothing of value to take and the would-be burglars wasted precious time.
But they are paid for, they run (usually) and somehow Continue reading “Trade In Value”