There comes a point in every hipster's life when they retire their single speed stallions upon and affix their skinny rumps behind the wheel.

Driving a car is a right of passage, a sign of independence & somewhat important in establishing a certain level of credibility. (Hypothetically speaking, biking to your first job interview does not connote a degree of professionalism). 

A newly minted driver, I soon discovered the joys of driving.

I traded in my aptly named Heidi Iro for a Hyundai and soon discovered the drivers' right of passage. Namely, blasting music at deafening levels… weaving in and out of lanes, cutting people off and giving the middle finger salute. Hypocritically, I enjoyed staring condescendingly as bikers biked past me, slowing down my 50 mph commute to work  in a residential zone. 

In the next few articles, I detail how to purchase a car, as well as help you navigate such issues as MPG, brand, make and model, new vs. used, and how to talk your local care dealer into getting a brand new car at a used price. Hint: Tears.