Sauntering into the car lot, a young man begins to walk among the cars looking for his first set of wheels. His inexperience causes him to look for a car that appeals to his eye. His eyes sweep the different models but are stilled by an apparition of beauty. Like a sailor in a raging storm, he stumbles forward, unable to tear his eyes off of the vision of wonder before him. In a stupor, he stumbles around the car soaking up every detail. His hands caress the red paint as his mind strives to calculate the monthly payments. Gathering his wits together he strides to the office to make his purchase. Many of us are like this young man; we often get enamored with the looks of a car and are willing to overlook other flaws that may later haunt us. Such was my experience. One might wonder why I would choose a Ford Taurus over a Volvo XC 70. But once a comparison is made between my first two cars in regards to their appearances, interior features, and reliability, my sanity can once again be appreciated. When I first saw the Taurus, the paint glinted, and the tires gleamed like the...