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.
Things have been a bit crazy with the 24 Hours of Le Mans and you might not have shaken yourself awake to say hi to dad yet, but don’t feel bad—it’s better late than never, just like this blog. So, if you’re feeling sentimental today, tell us a story about your dad. We’d love to hear.
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.
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.
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?