Something comforting about an old pair of shoes that are broken in, a little ragged, but you know every endearing hole and tear and don’t mind scuffing or dirtying them up. Same goes for the old Saturn. I could bash this car off a concrete median divider and keep on rolling with a smile. Your Range Rover with low-pro performance skis need a push? I’m here for you. 189K and keeps on compact sedanning…