I don’t know about you, but my car is older than some of the boys in One Direction. Not only are the edges rusting and the speakers crackling, but every time it rains– the passenger side floods and creates a small lake around your feet. Kind of like a foot spa.
I’m not complaining. I’ve always loved driving old cars. There was a brief period in high school when I drove a black volvo station wagon so old that it eerily resembled a hearse, but it had a manual crank sunroof so…win.
Austin wants to buy a nice minivan someday because he is annoying and practical, but I’m fine driving my rusty subaru forever. I just don’t see the point of nice cars besides showing off/having more than one cup holder.
(I would kind of like another cup holder).
Here are the top ten reasons to drive a crappy car.
When the steering wheel shakes on the highway, you feel like a cowboy.
If you accidentally back into a telephone pole, it’s just another Tuesday.
When friends complain about their car payments, you can make this face.
Did your toddler spill his entire cup of crackers in the backseat? No big deal! You’ll vacuum it up in 1-5 years.
There is no danger of being this guy.
Or this girl.
You can listen to old mixed tapes featuring 90s bands because you have a tape deck!
Late again? Blame it on your car.
No one will ever say you’re too fancy.
One word: RUGGED.
Every drive is an adventure.