The Little Hyundai that can. So when I came back from Australia I bought a car. I shopped around with price in 
mind first, and then fuel economy. Having just returned from Australia where they don’t have a plethora of gas guzzling cars, the chord had been struck, and I wanted to go the “better for the environment” route. A bit over six weeks later and two trips across our great expanse of a country and I can report that I am happy with my decision.
The Little Hyundai doesn’t come without its personality quirks. First off, it’s a she. I don’t know why, and I don’t have to, the fact is she is a she and I’m not asking questions about it. When I began my drive from Florida to Nevada, a thirty-seven hour drive if you don’t sleep or eat, it wasn’t an easy start. Not even one full mile from my parents home the car died. I called up my father and began laughing. “I didn’t make it to Vegas, Dad.” We hit the gas tank with a hammer a few times and Presto-Change-O the car started and I was on my way. There were a few other issues with overheating and windshield
When I arrived in Vegas I drove to check out a place to rent. I didn’t find it immediately and pulled over into a Maccas to figure out where to go. She had driven from one side of the country to the other in two and a half days and had enough. So there I sat, so close, but so far. Eventually I made it to my new Vegas home, and I also learned that the car overheats without the air-con blowing. I love personality. I love this car.
She leaks oil too. Yep, she sure does. All over the place, like a wet dog out of a fresh bath as it shakes itself dry. The equivalent of emptying a
