The explaination he gave for this is that when cars are stolen, they are stripped for parts.
Along the border, certain makes and models are particularly hot for parts. Of course, I can't recall which. There's one type that isn't as tempting because there is a parts factory down in Mexico. Of course, there's always the chance you car will get stolen and have a new paint job and plates within 90 minutes. Hey, and maybe a Juarez cop will be driving it!
The explaination he gave for this is that when cars are stolen, they are stripped for parts. There is a huge secondary market for Honda parts. People who own more expensive cars like BMWs almost exclusively get their cars serviced with their dealers, and BMW won't sell parts to anyone except the dealers, and hence the secondary market for BMW parts is nonexistent.
Hondas & toyotas are not only popular, they simply don't get junked or break down as often. I couldn't find a master power control for my 88 Camry for two years, and would have stolen one myself to get my window down.
"Congruent" means "is equivalent to" or "is identical to", Nilly. I'm not completely sure I'm using it right, to be honest, but the phrasing sprang to mind as if that was how I was taught it.
I also want one of these.
Heh. I just sent one to Tim to cheer him.
Snerk.
The Manolo, he is very wise:
This, it is one of the things the Manolo he loves about the blogging, the community of the peoples who can together solve the problems, or at least talk the problems into the the ground.
nothing sounds good for lunch. ok not true, a giant cup of swirled peanut butter and chocolate frozen yogurt sounds great, but that's not an option.
In trying to avoid hurting her, I took a header onto the sidewalk and now have a swollen lip, a bruised nose and a scraped-up hand. Also skinned both knees. I am just happy I didn't break anything or chip a tooth.
Just in time for my visit! I promise not to touch your nose.
I KNOW, David! What bad timing on my part.
nothing sounds good for lunch.
I had a turkeyburger and fries for lunch, and it was much better than it sounded.
Ouch, Robin. I hate it when I trip over the cats like that. Sadly it happens a lot.
Cindy, insent in a moment.