Beautiful treatise of the wretched joys of owning and driving an old car. What I love is how all of these foibles become second nature to the ownership. This is what car people call “character”, much the same way you might realize you need to warn one friend before you introduce them to another.
Though it’s usually my goal to chase all manner of unreliability out of a car I own (I confess, I absolutely love just getting in a car and driving, no fuss, no muss), there is a pang of sadness that comes with knowing I’ve made it that much more reliable, and frankly, boring.
Though it’s usually my goal to chase all manner of unreliability out of a car I own (I confess, I absolutely love just getting in a car and driving, no fuss, no muss), there is a pang of sadness that comes with knowing I’ve made it that much more reliable, and frankly, boring.