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So many future Tesla owners here. And I mean that in the most derogatory way. Not everyone treats their car as a simple A-to-B conveyance and not everyone wants to own a soulless appliance.
I own multiple cars because I enjoy cars. They're all manual transmission vehicles too. Some of them are older than me. Because I enjoy that mechanical feeling where a computer doesn't tell you what to do on every occasion. Sometimes I turn the radio off in my old Beetle and just listen to the engine and drivetrain. Because as all things mechanical it actually talks to you in its own language. Just have to learn to understand what it's trying to say. Sure, there are some squeaks and rattles along with a little exhaust and horse hair smell but that's part of the charm. It has character. It's basically a big mechanical animal that occasionally pretends to be a car. Not unlike a horse it if you take care of it well, it will take care of you well too, most of the time.
That said, I don't really feel guilty about driving what I drive. I know it pollutes badly because it's too old to have any SMOG equipment but I only drive it 2-3K miles a year at most anyway. So it's no biggie. But I do pay my dues by taking care of the vehicles I own, pay registration fees on time and take driving very seriously. And of course I feed them all premium gas. Because pampering your outer Beetle helps pampering your inner Beetle too.
And there is nothing wrong with talking to your car. At least that's what my cars tell me.
Good idea! Those that don't treat their cars as human beings need help!
I've seen owners, stuck in snow or ice, spin their wheels interminably, to get free of it, that poor car, being abused like that. Makes me want to cry for that car!
No, it's a big piece of metal and plastic. It doesn't have emotions. You can talk to it all you want, just don't expect an answer back.
“That’s it😩! Now you have finally done it! You have so cruelly hurt my feelings, that you say I don’t have! You have never appreciated me, you only wanted me for one thing... and now that I am getting older...I wish I have never met you! “
Signed:” Your car”
I got a killer deal on a Jeep that has been modified to make it great off-road. The state I live in is over 90% public land, meaning endless off-roading adventures. It mainly sits in my driveway with occasional drives to work and an off-road trip once every month or more.
I got a killer deal on a Jeep that has been modified to make it great off-road. The state I live in is over 90% public land, meaning endless off-roading adventures. It mainly sits in my driveway with occasional drives to work and an off-road trip once every month or more.
I so wish I'd get over it one day, humanizing my car, but I can't help myself!
A few weeks ago I promised my car I'd take it for a nice long run to the Border and back, and, at the last minute, my neighbor wished to go as well but wanted to take her car. Oh Lord, how was I going to break this news to my car? So I promised my car, after I got back, I'd drive it north to Casa Grande and back, to relieve my guilt, which I did.
Sometimes, I just wish to take my bike over to the grocery store, and when I take it out of the house the car can see me with the bicycle, and it makes me feel guilty. What I should do is take the bicycle out the back door so he can't see me hop on my bike.
Yes, you can call me a Crazy Loon, but there must be one other poster coming aboard who's as crazy as I am!
And don't forget, a study I read, long ago, indicated that 68% of car owners talk to their cars, but how many feel guilty as I sometimes.
Well, kind of. I cut off my gambling to knock down a credit card. I also want my vehicle to get a look at and replace the timing belt (I'm sure I'm past due) and some other things. I just had the back two tires replaced as I had severe vibrations while driving to the casino 90 miles away and back 3 times before I checked and found one tire with cord separation.
As my punishment, I'm not going to any casinos, and locking up debit card (I cut up the credit cards) in the storage unit I have every Sat (That's my trigger time) till Sunday night (I work graveyard Sun-Thur) and hate going on a Fri-Sat....weird...
Oh and yes I do talk to my vehicle and apologizing to it for my treatment and asked it to hold together till I can get the bills punched and then to the auto doctor......
... A few weeks ago I promised my car I'd take it for a nice long run to the Border and back, and, at the last minute, my neighbor wished to go as well but wanted to take her car. Oh Lord, how was I going to break this news to my car? So I promised my car, after I got back, I'd drive it north to Casa Grande and back, to relieve my guilt, which I did...
LOL I understand. I was like that when I was a little girl, just not with cars but with my dolls & stuffed animals. I would feel terrible in the morning, for those that had landed on the floor in the middle of the night. The worst was road trips.
In order to avoid being crowded by our vast brood of 'babies,' my mom had to draw the line with my sister & I for road trips: Three each.
Three? But I loved them all equally ... How are the others going to feel? What if it was Baby's turn but poor Koaly was looking at me with his shiny black nose & deep brown eyes? Ugh! I can't go away without Koaly! Oh & Remember. Not remember but Remember, the little stuffed doggy I picked out at the toy store downtown when our parents took us downtown to buy one toy & to go feed the ducks at the pond because of them having to break the news to us that Poopsie had died.
My poor parents, it was their first time! They were waiting to get to the park to tell us but I walked right to the stuffed animals & picked out the little dog & once outside on the sidewalk, I decided to help my parents out. I calmly looked at my dad & said; "His name is Remember. So that we will always remember Poopsie." (And then my little sister got mad at me & started crying & my parents had to confess everything right there on the sidewalk & ugh. I've hated being the bearer of bad news ever since).
I mean, sometimes, taking turns nicely meant Remember would not be remembered & would have to stay home feeling like he was in the doghouse & that's just wrong! So yes, I get it. Gotta be careful with cars, though. They can get pretty vindictive if they feel slighted.
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Oh Lord, how was I going to break this news to my car? So I promised my car, after I got back, I'd drive it north to Casa Grande and back, to relieve my guilt, which I did.
