Hmmm, I drive a Hooptie or is it Hooptee? I think I want a new car. Don't really need one, but I'd like to have one. In these trying times I'm quite pleased with my Hooptie or is it Hoopty? The paint is peeling off of my metallic silver Hooptiey. That doesn't stop 1992 Dodge Mini-vans from trying to beat me off the stop light line on Morley Street. I'm a little sentimental when it comes to personal items. My Hooptieeey is a personal item. It's mine, ALL mine. It's old with thousands of miles. If my car learned anything from my first Hooptie, it has at least 80,000 more to go. See I got 233,000 miles out of my first Hooptie. A 1992 Pontiac Grand Am. I loved that car. It took me everywhere I wanted to go. I gave it up 7 years ago to a new Hooptieee. Now I love my new, err old Hooptieee. Times are tough. I hate the thought of a car payment. I hate the thought of the ultimate decision. It would have to get great mileage, which automatically eliminates the vehicle in the first photo. I do really like this one.