My Car Insurance Grownup Moment: The *Real* Reason I Buy Used - New on Society of Grownups Blog

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I was a mere 22 years old.  She -- my black Dodge Charger with red pleather interior -- hadn't even reached her first birthday.  Life was good. Then a rude awakening set the stage for a financial planning lesson I would never forget. Read about it in my new article on the Society of Grownups blog.