Honda Civic. It's like saying an old girlfriend's name. Either you love it and would do anything for it or it gives you
douche chills. I happen to have a deep rooted love for the four-banger. I was 15 and wanted nothing more then to get my hands on a brand new 1996 Hatch. I had the exact car picked out at the local dealership that I wanted. Black. But alas, without a job to pay for insurance it didn't happen for a couple more years.
Flash forward to 2012:
Honda Motors has a tendency to stay true to the evolving spirit of the Civic. And even though she's wearing that overcoat to keep away prying eyes, I think I can see those sexy curves.
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