"The first one I owned, a 2000-something Geo Prizm, came to me by way of my aunt when I was 15 and stayed with me until I moved to New York City when I was 24. It got me through high school and college and the first two years of my post-graduate life, which in hindsight is more than I deserved considering how little care I gave it in return."
"My current car, only the second I've owned, is a 2014 Subaru Impreza that I only ever neglect and complain about. I drive it as little as possible. I hate how low it sits. The front bumper is always threatening to completely detach itself, and sometimes it takes a disconcerting amount of time for the engine to start. A friend was recently sitting in the backseat and sheepishly alerted us to the fact that she had discovered some cobwebs back there."
"A few days into the trip, something strange happened. I woke up in our tent, bracing to discover what new degrees of back and shoulder soreness another night of camping had inflicted on me, only to find one thought filling my head: I can't wait to get back in the car. I was practically rubbing my hands together, like a greedy little goblin. I wanted to get on the road!"
A person never cared for cars, negligently maintaining a 2000-something Geo Prizm that lasted from age 15 to 24 despite minimal care and a severed power steering system. The current vehicle, a 2014 Subaru Impreza, receives similar neglect and frequent complaints about low clearance, a loose front bumper, slow starts, and cobwebs in the backseat. Car travel provokes anxiety during planning a three-week cross-country road trip with a spouse and dog. Mid-trip, the person unexpectedly becomes eager to drive, waking up excited to return to the car and anticipating highway miles after initial dread.
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