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It’s been going on for years. My car gets older. My parents and friends get worried. My car looks like a piece of shit.
What most of them don’t understand is that they’re used to bling blang. Used to “I’ll just bring it into the shop”. Used to piece of mind because they can’t even change a flat. Don’t know where any dipstick is. Don’t know what a reservoir is. You’ve never even sprayed PB Bl*ster on a bolt or nut. You’ve never given your shit an oil change. You’ve never even laid eyes on your fricking brake pads, or wait…your wheels! You drive your vehicle without any worries. No restriction because your budget includes car repair. You’re not rich or wealthy. You’re living, but not when your shit needs servicing. You’ll shell out money anywhere convenient for piece of mind that your ride is good.
Then there’s the DIYers. Calm. Composed. Pissed-off. The Problem-solving type who are the best and worst, yet incredulous and self-centered under obstacles that won’t drive us down. No feat is too small. No challenge is too big. And after hours or minutes or days. We figure it out and congratulate ourselves. But barely no one’s there’s to see or listen, because we’re a select breed.
So everybody who’s close to me. Stop telling me I need a new car. Because my car if not outlasted yours, will have a bigger soul than yours ever had.
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