The Chrysler New Yorker was the first and last talking car. It would always talk to me. “Your door is ajar.” “Your washer fluid is low.” It was the perfect car for a flaky teenager, like I was. It would nag me to do things, like fill the gas tank, while I drove. Hilarious! I would buy one for my teenager if they ever brought it back. lol
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