Once upon a long time ago, a friend of mine owned a yellow Datsun. It was a neat little car that took him over the hills and through the valleys of southern Wisconsin. With "five on the floor," it was fun to drive, shifting up and down, turning left and right, accelerating and stepping on the breaks. The yellow Datsun kept him happy for a couple years, until one day it died. The head cracked and the engine decided not to turn over any longer. It was a sad day for my friend, his only consolation coming from the farmer who was willing to buy it for $200 as is. He figured he could fix it and provide his son with a runabout. More power to him! My friend could not fix it; that was not his skill or interest. He was happy just to get $200 as is for the now rusted, yellow Datsun with no power.

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