I haven’t had much time to do any work on my 1993 Honda Civic for a while now but I still drive it daily and every time I get behind the wheel I get excited. It’s not the excitement of a new car or 500 horsepower but instead it’s the fact it works great and I did all the work myself. The turbo is still coming just on hold for now, but once that gets installed in her she will have a new ROAR to expel from her tail pipe. There is a special bond between some people and their car not just as a physical item but as a form of freedom and total control. When I drive my Honda Civic I know every sound, every creek, every reaction that she gives to me when I propel her through the roadways. It’s almost like were connected as soon as the engine starts, we become one entity and each one knows what they expect of the other. This might sound a bit weird for some but hey I don’t really care because when I drive down the road I know exactly what my Honda Civic is capable of to keep me safe from all the crazy driver out there. And you ask why I call my Honda Civic “She or Her”, well everyone knows that a guys car is a some what a female form.