“Yeah!” you think one day. “I’ll do it myself! I’ll replace the whole front end! Then I’ll drop in a new engine. And then get to the bottom of that electrical gremlin that’s been triggering my windshield wipers on odd-numbered days.”
Having your car die on you is a pretty major inconvenience. Having it die in a place where it’s nightmarishly difficult to pull over or fix it is even worse. Quite a few of you have had this happen. I’m so sorry.
For the record, I’m not talking about funny Blipshift stuff or whatever. I’m talking a T-shirt with a Lamborghini splashed across the chest. A polo with a Ferrari’s prancing horse climbing up its sleeve. How acceptable is it to wear something like that?
We put a lot of love and good faith in our cars, but sometimes they can’t help but shit out on us. It’s easiest if that happens at home or near a shop, but then there are always those other times where help and resources are far away.
Used cars can always be fun because you never know what went on in the car before it ended up on your driveway. Most of the time it was nothing. Nothing. But then there are the other times.
Unless you’re buying new, used cars can come with colorful histories. Sure, the seller can clean them up as much as possible before taking the photos to send to you, but sometimes the past can’t be erased.
Sure, having a car can be better than walking or taking your city’s woefully inept public transit system. But that doesn’t feel like the case when you own a car that inspires nothing but hatred and animosity.
Look, the simple fact of the matter is that life doesn’t always work in ways that we want it to. Unforeseen things happen and we just have to deal with them.
Unless you are The One True God Nicolas Cage, you have no way of telling what the future holds. This includes future car ownership. Many of you people have ended up with truly perplexing vehicles and have wonderful stories to go with them.
Sometimes when I go car hunting for someone, I’ll forget to put a budget cap on the search and I’ll see all the really expensive cars in a certain area. It’s fun looking at listings for cars that likely cost more than your house, so what’s the most expensive ride near you?
Cars are kind of like jobs in that we all have an ideal car that we’d like to own but we don’t always get them. This just goes to show the unpredictability of car ownership and, uh, life in general.
It’s strange how one bad experience in one car can follow us around for the rest of our lives. Like a bad smell. Or a shitty phantom.
Some cars fulfill their intended purpose very well. The Toyota Camry does an excellent job being a reliable sedan, just as the McLaren 720S is outstanding at tearing your face off with speed and technology. But so many other cars have fallen flat because they could have been so much better.
Even when we love them, bad experiences can ruin cars for us. Perhaps it’s because we live so much of our lives in them. And when something goes south, it’s tough to shake off that feeling.
Sometimes going to a car dealership is a fine experience that requires no repeating. Sometimes things go so bad that you just have to tell your story on the internet.
It’s true that car dealerships, like all places, exist on a scale that ranges from good to bad. You might have had a fine experience at a car dealership. If that’s the case, then this Countersteer is not for you.
Sometimes, you just know. You feel it right down in your bones when the car calling your name from hundreds of miles away is the right one.
It’s wonderful to meet new people who share our interest in cars, but most of the time we run into them in predictable environments like a car show, a race, or in the comments section of your favorite blog. I have found the best encounters are when you meet a gearhead totally unexpectedly.
We’ve all been there: we’re looking on Craigslist, Ebay or Autotrader and we see the perfect car. It’s exactly the one we’ve been looking for all along, down to the trim.
From what I can tell, when you have kids, you pretty much accept the fact that there’s going to be a mess somewhere at some point. Especially if you bring them into your car.