I really like my car. It’s a 1992 black Honda Accord. It has 160K miles on it, balding tires, and several dents and scratches that are a little hard to miss. It came with one rather large dent in the passenger side-panel, and I’ve accrued a series of white scratches along the back bumper since moving to Dallas (In one month I was rear-ended twice, while sitting at stop-lights for at least 30 seconds!). My rear-view mirror lost all tension , and no longer stayed in place (with a well-placed push, I could spin it around 4 times). I have yet to replace it or the driver’s inside door handle, which I’m sure that no one besides myself could opperate.
None the less, it’s done great by me. It has run faithfully with only a couple of minor break-downs since I received it 4 or 5 years ago. It has made the trip from Dallas to Fayetteville a few times with no problems. The trunk is amazingly spacious, and used to hold even my largest guitar rig (half stack, 2 guitars, and rack gear). It was the first car I ever had that I felt comfortable in.
However, lately I’ve been grumbling about it. Though the trunk space is great, the mechanism that allows me to lower my back seats is broken, and long, awkward objects are, well, awkward. I have been super-busy lately, and have neglected to wash it for, say, the last 6 months. Since it’s black, it looks deplorable. The stereo has become crackly, so I’ve taken to listening to my iPod on the ear buds while driving. I’m not sure whether that’s illegal or not, but I figure it’s like a bluetooth headset…
I digress. It’s great to be in college after a 5 year hiatus, it really is. However, the money issues are rather unfortunate. I know that I’m not going to be able to afford anything better for another 4 years (maybe 8 if I go to seminary). However, I was reminded lately of just how blessed I am. Sure, it would be nice to have that Acura TL I’ve been lusting over. Maybe it would be nice to have a car that is less years in age than my “dating creepyness range“. But I really must learn to be satisfied with what I have.
What I do have is a purpose in life, a wonderful family, amazing friendships, a rather stellar job, food, shelter, clothing, and my health. I’m growing in my talents, abilities, knowledge, wisdom, physical fitness, and good looks [:)] all the time. I don’t have to ride the bus! I shouldn’t care what kind of car I have.
Really, though, I do. I’m as vain as the next guy or gal, but I can be pretty happy with what I got. I’m working on not desiring things that I ought not.
I was thinking about it the other day, and came to the decision that if I truly and honestly didn’t care what kind of car I had, I know exactly what kind of car I should get. It’s the perfect car to say “I really could care less, and am completely indifferent at to what kind of car I drive.”
Chevrolet Cavalier.
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