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.
If I’m completely honest with myself, I have to come to terms that my next vehicle will more than likely be a convertible sports car. This doesn’t mean I’m actually getting a convertible anytime soon, but the want is strong and I need to know which is the best sooner than later.
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.
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.
Everybody knows how much Ferrari loves to brand itself with things like shoes, backpacks, jackets, and yeah, even damn fanny packs. We’ve even had a lot fun making fun of Bugatti’s catalog of rich people shit. But what about us normies?
Ahh, kids. The reason we exist. The centers of our universe. The apples of our eyes. Or so I’m told.
Getting pulled over is just an inherent part of driving. It doesn’t matter if you’re the most law-abiding driver in the world—it just happens sometimes. But whether or not you walk away with a ticket isn’t always guaranteed.
Look, this is a little uncomfortable for me to just come right out and say, but I seem to rather frequently perspire on the palms when I drive around, and it makes me uncomfortable. Anybody else? Is there an easy fix for this?
It happens to the best of us: we’re driving along, maybe a little too spiritedly, and then the dreaded red and blue flashes light up our rearview mirror like it’s the Fourth of goddamn July. Shit.
Being a careless or bad driver isn’t something that should be taken lightly. It’s irresponsible and dangerous we should all strive to be better. Because until all the cars become autonomous, this is what we’ve got.
As drivers, though we sit in our own private spaces in our own private cars, we actually spend our time sharing the road with other drivers. Drivers who aren’t the best at driving.
We love our cars. As much as we like to think that they’ll be there for us forever, sometimes that just isn’t the case.
The topic of future classics is an interesting one, especially when it involves an expensive purchase you may or may not be trying to justify in your own mind. But of course, any car enthusiast’s guess about what cars will be hip and cool decades in the future is just that—a guess.
Here at Jalopnik, we get a whole lot of emails. But a recent message we received raised a good question: As a car person, what is the most appropriate way to respond if you happen to catch someone peeking under your car cover? And, on the other side of that, is it right to peek under a cover at all?
Have you gotten stuck before? Was it a cold and stormy night? Dear God—did you have to sleep in your car before help arrived?
Here’s the thing about phobias and paranoia: it only has to happen to you once for it to be totally justified. Which is why some of these seem totally plausible to me.