Honda

He bought a Honda.

I think Honda will come tomorrow.

Sami works for Honda as a senior credit analyst.

Yanni put Skura in the trunk of her Honda.

She bought a Honda.

Claudio had a new Honda Accord.

Edmundo drove an old Honda.

Igor drove a Honda Accord.

Did you lose your car keys, by any chance? I found these on my driveway, and I know you drive a Honda, so...

Go talk to your Honda friends.

they left on Sonnyʼs seventeenth birthday present — the Honda motorbike heʼd begged them to buy him

Jammed onto a narrow, steep sidewalk, police barricades all around, we march with placards, drums, and angry spirit: "The Moral Majority, cops and Klan. Work together hand in hand." — helmeted tac squad on horses, Hondas, facing us on Powell Street, itching to wield their billy clubs, waiting for any excuse to let fly.

Hondas sound like cars designed by pacifists and humanitarian diplomats. The Accord, Civic, Insight.

It’s a little disconcerting to ponder how much of my happy online childhood was spent hanging out virtually with people who were old enough to own Hondas and go on PornHub^([sic]) on purpose (and definitely people old enough to be active on Reddit), but I loved being a Jammer.