Rose Mula writes: I definitely was not going to waste any time on a test drive. I bolted out the door and got as far as the curb, where I tripped over a small obstacle. It was the microcar. Charlie was holding its door open. He insisted I get in behind the wheel. No easy feat. I felt as though I were going for a ride in Apollo Thirteen.

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