Design: This is classic Civic and, while I didn’t note the age for the older Civic I’ve posted about, it just dawned on me that all these Civics from the nineties are nearly twenty years old. These cars are basically old enough to drive cars themselves. Can you fucking believe that? The ultimate normcore ride has grown up—and can still fetch over $2K.
Aesthetic: At this point, a 1990s Civic driver represents the American (Japanese) dream that cars should not die. This particular Civic had a Club so I think the aesthetic is more accurately, “Don’t fuck with my broke ass.”
Features: A lot of dents.
Honda Dayness: Ultimate Honda Dayness. When I think of a Honda, I think of a Civic. When I think of a Civic, I think of this car. When I think of this car, I think about a woman named Mrs. Washington who used to work for my dad, who bought this car brand new, and who bragged all year that she had the nicest, newest car in the lot. I always think that when I encounter a Civic.
How Happy Does This Honda Make Me? Very. If it got any more Honda than this, it would be E. Honda.