From Atlantic to Pacific, the name Altima strikes fear into the hearts of drivers of all ages. It conjures images of vehicles spun wildly out of control, careening through traffic like unguided missiles. But while the Altima is universal, every city, state, and municipality has its own unique automotive villains as well.
In my hometown, those villains were Honda Accords — so reviled for a group that loved them above any other model, the 203 Realests (their spelling). They’d slam their Accords as low as possible, then roam the streets in packs like coyotes. Really, really slow coyotes.
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