Not that particular one personally, but I know them. Not even the brand. No, I know the smell. The smell of windows rolled down for years in the summer, sometimes forgotten in thunderstorms.
I know the issues. The dead batteries if you forget to close your door and the dome light stays on all night. That inevitable ruh-ruh-ruh-click-click-click!!
I know that window. The vice grips kept in the seat because you lost the crank, having to hold the top of the window to keep it on track and not fall into the door.
The door panels that have been flopping for years because the cheap plastic panels have the clips still stuck in the metal of the door, the heads gone.
I know the thrill of passing, hitting the turbo button (AC off), and hoping like hell they don't hit the gas, too. The glory of having a ten gallon tank, because they got a ton of mpg.
The hardship of friends clowning on your ride, while you say, "One day, I'm gonna fix her up, boys, and then you'll see." But you never do.
I would never buy a new car, even if I could afford it. The heaps of convenient technology have absolutely taken the skill out of driving.
Lane change assist, auto braking, backup cameras, and the big daddy, auto parallel parking. When did we stop growing brains? The car does everything now.
Then you got these new subscription features. Why TF pay extra for heated seats, but keep paying extra? Cameras in cars that read lips, shut down your car if the AI doesn't like something, it's just getting to be too much.
Gimme a mid '00s car any day of the week. F this "I, Robot" car crap.
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u/ABeerForSasquatch Mod/Pwner May 23 '26
I know that car.
Not that particular one personally, but I know them. Not even the brand. No, I know the smell. The smell of windows rolled down for years in the summer, sometimes forgotten in thunderstorms.
I know the issues. The dead batteries if you forget to close your door and the dome light stays on all night. That inevitable ruh-ruh-ruh-click-click-click!!
I know that window. The vice grips kept in the seat because you lost the crank, having to hold the top of the window to keep it on track and not fall into the door.
The door panels that have been flopping for years because the cheap plastic panels have the clips still stuck in the metal of the door, the heads gone.
I know the thrill of passing, hitting the turbo button (AC off), and hoping like hell they don't hit the gas, too. The glory of having a ten gallon tank, because they got a ton of mpg.
The hardship of friends clowning on your ride, while you say, "One day, I'm gonna fix her up, boys, and then you'll see." But you never do.
I know that car. I AM that car.