We?re no strangers to the usual flow of emotions that accompanies new-car ownership, even if the cars we test aren?t ours. Whenever we get a new long-termer at 1585 Eisenhower Place, we feel that familiar sense of acquisitional pride. The car is new, it smells good, it feels taut, and climbing into it every day is as refreshing as a cold Fresca in the Sahara. Then, as the miles pile on, the small idiosyncrasies grow wearying, the bright glow of fresh metal dims, your dime turns into a nickel. We all get jaded, and hell hath no fury like a jaded automotive journalist. READ MORE ??
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