Every time I get behind the wheel of my glorious $12 automobile, I feel like a billionaire who lost a bet. People at stoplights stare, trying to solve the mystery. Was it a typo? Did I win it in a raffle? Did I purchase it from a pirate? The answer is simple: opportunity knocked, common sense was out to lunch, and twelve dollars changed hands. Sure, the driver’s door only opens if you compliment it first, and the check engine light has become more of a lifestyle choice than a warning, but