For an introduction, I'd like to present to you a vehicle that has stolen my heart and wracked my brain more than any bad boyfriend ever has. This saucy little number has more personality than a stand up comedian (a decent one at least) and the attitude of a Plaintiff on Judge Judy. This here is "The Tard", lovingly given the name after throwing an Error Code of being "Over Retarded" (perhaps one of those really poor translations?). The Tard won Third in its division at the Peachtree Chapter car show earlier this spring (despite us driving him in 130 miles in the rain down nasty old interstate 85 and being docked...or so they said...for an errant long blonde hair in the carpet and a mystery piece of chocolate under the drivers seat). That being said, it couldn't take the stress of being a show car anymore and has been put out to stud, or in car terms, it now hauls groceries and totes us to work.