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When I was growing up, my parents went through a string of Oldsmobiles. There was the Delta 88, the Omega, and then the Ninety-Eight From Hell. We took said Ninety-Eight on a cross-country drive. In Oklahoma City on the way out, the transmission completely crapped out. We finished our planned itinerary, but only after five more pit stops - I swear that car was held together by spit, baling wire, and a whole lot of prayer by the time we limped back into New York. My dad immediately swore off American cars and made a beeline for the nearest Acura dealership.
I inherited my mom's Acura Vigor when she gave up driving. It had nearly 100K miles on it when it finally crapped out. I replaced it with a TL (which was made in a plant in the US). DH drives a Nissan Murano.
Until there are American cars that I feel comfortable driving into the ground (must last at least 100K miles), I'll stick with Japanese cars.
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