For some, cars were mere transportation appliances–devices to transport people and cargo from one point to another.
These are the folks that sat on car hoods. Piled groceries on their car’s hood or trunk. Their steel-bodied pack mules sported faded paint, unrepaired scratches, dents, and dings.
Cars at the end of their planned obsolescence, purchased on the cheap. Picasso would be proud of mismatched doors, temporarily bracketed headlights after minor parking lot accidents. Just enough to keep on the right side of the law.
Sometimes due to financial constraints, there wasn’t a choice. During my teens and early adulthood, I drove some very flawed automobiles. Now, that I have a choice, I no longer choose to do so.
What I do understand, is it doesn’t bother the person driving the old clunker, already covered with dents, when another dent occurs, as much as it would the person with a newer car.
It may be a sickness, but automobiles for some of us, are part of our egos. We spend hours keeping The Silver Flash or Old Betsey shined and polished.
The wealthy individual that recently wrecked his new 288,000 Ferrari, shortly after purchase–I’ll never understand.
Old clunker, or shiny new “Chromemobile?” What’s your pleasure? Did you have an interesting hand-me-down first car?