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From the point of view of a 1991 MX5 NA, came across my FB feed. Could easily be adapted to any vehicle.
> year 1991
> the trip to the dealership was exhausting, but at least I have my friends with me
> the dealership is nice. People compliment me
> year 1992
> my friends keep getting adopted, but nobody wants me
> is it because I am ugly? Is it because I am red? That can't be it, I have seen others getting adopted despite being red. I must be ugly.
> I am the last one of my original friends
> the new cars are cool to be with, but I keep thinking there must be something wrong with me
> year 1993
> my price tag is lowered
> I must be really a burden
> a couple came in and bought me. I am so happy
> they keep complimenting me and they take me to see nice places on the weekends
> the world is so nice
> we were on a vacation for a week, it was so nice
> their garage is comfortable and it is never cold
> when I am sick I get serviced by nice people who work for the same company who sold me
> I have it really lucky
> year 1995
> owners have a kid
> eventually I get to ride to the kid to pre-school
> other children like my pop-ups
> year 2001
> a new car appears in the driveway
> looks friendly
> they also call it an MX5, but he is different
> I am sure we'll be friends
> but where will it sleep?
> night comes
> owner tells me I have to get out of the garage
> but it is cold outside
> new MX5 gets my place
> it is cold and scary
> I don't want him to be cold either, but.... it was my place...
> for weeks I have been out there. I am afraid my soft top might get cut by bad people
> one day a strange man comes to our house
> they jack me up and talking about my price
> are they selling me?
> the strange man pays and puts the key in me
> i have to go with him
> my family just sold me
> strange man is nice
> he shows me to his family who also like me
> I get to their garage
> it is not warm, but better than the streets I guess
> stange man tells his name
> he does the maintenance at home
> at first I am scared, but soon I realise he knows what he is doing
> I trust him now
> my new owner takes me everywhere
> I am his only car
> I learn all the routes he takes by memory
> I meet with his friends
> he takes me around the country once. It was nice.
> I meet his girlfriend, his family and friends
> they are nice
> year 2007
> one day I get rear ended
> owner has financial problems
> it was a hit and run so the insurance doesn't pay
> he takes the bus instead of me and works extra hours
> for half year I stay in his garage
> he fixed me up
> paint doesn't really match but I don't care, I am free again
> owner still takes longer at work than usual
> did he get a loan for me?
> I feel bad if he did
> can't ask
> one day we roll up to a paint shop
> probably buying spray cans if anything goes bad
> he leaves me there and gives the keys to an another man
> I hope I am not getting left again
> when I wake up, my paint is completely new
> I like it
> I am so grateful
> year 2012
> owner has financial problems
> tells that he has to sell me
> it hurts, but there is nothing I can do about it
> people come to look at me. I don't like them.
> thankfully they did not like me either
> owner can't skip work anymore for potential buyers
> I am getting sold to a dealership
> goodbye old friend, thank you for everything
> people look at me multiple times a day
> an old man decides to buy me
> he is mean to the salesperson
> on the way to my new home he floors me every time
> he is scary
> I have to live in on the street. No garage. It is cold
> he lives alone
> he occasionally drives drunk
> I am scared, I might die any day
> I want to leave
> I am crying every night silently without tears
> 2014
> my clutch is burned
> my brakes are screeching
> my oil has not been changed
> my ac is dirty
> my wheel bearings hurt
> I occasionally cough
> I feel the taste of oil when I am moving. I know it is bad
> I feel my radiator leaking
> One time he tried to repair me himself, but he kicked me in the end
> 2015 he tries to sell me
> buyers point out the rust
> oh god... I did not even notice....
> now that I know I feel like I am dying
> 2016 he has a friend who puts some strange thing in my rust holes and when it dries he sands them and paints them. It looks clean but it still hurts
> he tries to sell me again
> a young kid comes
> my owner lies to him
> NO I AM NOT RUST FREE! NO I DO NOT RUN PERFECT! NO MY ENGINE IS NOT DRY OF OIL! DON'T BELIEVE HIM....he is lying..... but I still want you to take me.... I want anyone to take me away..... I will be nice I promise
> he buys me
> I am happy, but I still feel guilt
> I am crying of joy as he drives me, but I keep saying sorry because I know our relationship is based on a lie. I am so so so sorry.
> I see my new home
> I get in a driveway
> a week later he comes with a hard top
> it is cold, but he really cares
> we drive around
> he shows me to his friends
> they are so young
> they like me
> he says he is going to keep me clean and free of rust and problems.... my heart hurts
> I keep trying to keep myself together, but it hurts
> I feel my body hurt more and more and i am getting weaker
> can't lie anymore, my body gives in
> he is scares
> I am not moving for days
> his father comes to look at me
> his father diagnoses many of my problems
> his father calls him an idiot and shames him for buying me
> I am sorry
> I do not see him for days
> one day he comes home with a new radiator
> it feels nice, thank you
> the next week he comes home with new brake components
> have to admit I am getting more confident with these on
> and it goes like this for months
> he stays with me from morning to evening days straight to get everything fixed
> He is really nice, but I hear his family yelling at him to sell me
> I don't want to go, but I have caused him enough suffering
> 2017 he says we are ready
> I go out
> it feels nice. Everything is as it should be. I feel the wind. I am like when I was young
> a couple weeks pass
> whatever my previous owner put into the rust holes falls out
> oh my god it is worse than I remember
> am I going to die?
> I see my owner being dissapointed
> his family yells at him to get rid of me
> I stay still for weeks
> one day he tells me he is going to take me for a professional to fix my rust.
> when I wake up it is all gone
> thank you, I don't even care if the color doesn't match
> we go out again
> his friends ask him how much he spent on me
> they make fun of him for spending so much on me and me still being weak
> he tries to race me against his friends
> I try my best but they are stronger
> I am so sorry
> they laugh at him
> he tries to tell them that it is not about being fast, but I know he is hurt
> they hurt him verbally
> a couple months pass and this becomes reoccurring with friends and family
> everybody talks to him about how I was a waste of money, and maybe they are right
> I know he is ashamed of me
> 2018
> one day he comes home with a turbo set
> he has his friends over to help install it
> first it hurts, but I get comfortable with it
> it actually feels nice
> we have even went to a track day once and it helped me a lot
> he tried to race me, but I still lost to the stronger cars
> I am sorry
> 2019
> he said he loves me, but he needs something more powerful
> I don't want to leave him, but I already feel guilty for all the things he has done to me
> thank you
> my new owner comes to pick me up
> he is strange
> I get to sleep in his yard
> he keeps pushing me
> during one of his drifting attempts I hit a guardrail
> my bumpers hurt
> I get towed to his house
> they don't tell me anything
> a week later I get towed again
> are we going to a body shop?
> when we stop I see other cars with similar problems
> this must be a big body shop
> they leave me
> I am waiting my turn
> it is cold and I still hurt but eventually it'll be over
> people come
> they take parts off of other cars
> they do not return with new parts
> why?
> one day a man shows up, takes my generator off
> that had no problems, does not need to be replaced
> he doesn't come back
> did I just got robbed?
> other people come, but they just take
> it hurts
> it is cold and it hurts too much
> why?
> what is going to happen to me?
> am I just going to vanish?
> I don't want to die
> please
> I am scared
> is this hell?
> I wish someone would save me
> whenever someone is coming I imagine they'd take me away from this place
> they just keep taking from me
> one guy mentions his miata is blue but he'll just spay paint the part from me
> wait
> is this where all the parts I got comes from?
> so whenever I got new parts that means they were from here?....
> how many?
> I am so sorry
> how many had to die so I could live?
> I have no idea
> I am so sorry
> I must deserve this
> I was so selfish
> I did not know
> I am so sorry
> I am so sorry
> I am so sorry
> I am so sorry
I know I have kind of thought about it, especially when I see something "fun" in the yard. Mustang GT or the like I can't help but thing "I bet XX years ago somebody was really proud of that car" It is a big deal when most people buy any new car so for the most part it is probably similar for most of them. And I suspect many see a similar fall from grace over the years.
The ones that really get me are the ones with for sale signs in them or dealer plates. Pretty good chance it was probably still a runner.
Anyway as I am pillaging in the JY I get all philosophical thinking about crap like this and it feeds into real life crap too, it kinda hit home for me.
> year 1991
> the trip to the dealership was exhausting, but at least I have my friends with me
> the dealership is nice. People compliment me
> year 1992
> my friends keep getting adopted, but nobody wants me
> is it because I am ugly? Is it because I am red? That can't be it, I have seen others getting adopted despite being red. I must be ugly.
> I am the last one of my original friends
> the new cars are cool to be with, but I keep thinking there must be something wrong with me
> year 1993
> my price tag is lowered
> I must be really a burden
> a couple came in and bought me. I am so happy
> they keep complimenting me and they take me to see nice places on the weekends
> the world is so nice
> we were on a vacation for a week, it was so nice
> their garage is comfortable and it is never cold
> when I am sick I get serviced by nice people who work for the same company who sold me
> I have it really lucky
> year 1995
> owners have a kid
> eventually I get to ride to the kid to pre-school
> other children like my pop-ups
> year 2001
> a new car appears in the driveway
> looks friendly
> they also call it an MX5, but he is different
> I am sure we'll be friends
> but where will it sleep?
> night comes
> owner tells me I have to get out of the garage
> but it is cold outside
> new MX5 gets my place
> it is cold and scary
> I don't want him to be cold either, but.... it was my place...
> for weeks I have been out there. I am afraid my soft top might get cut by bad people
> one day a strange man comes to our house
> they jack me up and talking about my price
> are they selling me?
> the strange man pays and puts the key in me
> i have to go with him
> my family just sold me
> strange man is nice
> he shows me to his family who also like me
> I get to their garage
> it is not warm, but better than the streets I guess
> stange man tells his name
> he does the maintenance at home
> at first I am scared, but soon I realise he knows what he is doing
> I trust him now
> my new owner takes me everywhere
> I am his only car
> I learn all the routes he takes by memory
> I meet with his friends
> he takes me around the country once. It was nice.
> I meet his girlfriend, his family and friends
> they are nice
> year 2007
> one day I get rear ended
> owner has financial problems
> it was a hit and run so the insurance doesn't pay
> he takes the bus instead of me and works extra hours
> for half year I stay in his garage
> he fixed me up
> paint doesn't really match but I don't care, I am free again
> owner still takes longer at work than usual
> did he get a loan for me?
> I feel bad if he did
> can't ask
> one day we roll up to a paint shop
> probably buying spray cans if anything goes bad
> he leaves me there and gives the keys to an another man
> I hope I am not getting left again
> when I wake up, my paint is completely new
> I like it
> I am so grateful
> year 2012
> owner has financial problems
> tells that he has to sell me
> it hurts, but there is nothing I can do about it
> people come to look at me. I don't like them.
> thankfully they did not like me either
> owner can't skip work anymore for potential buyers
> I am getting sold to a dealership
> goodbye old friend, thank you for everything
> people look at me multiple times a day
> an old man decides to buy me
> he is mean to the salesperson
> on the way to my new home he floors me every time
> he is scary
> I have to live in on the street. No garage. It is cold
> he lives alone
> he occasionally drives drunk
> I am scared, I might die any day
> I want to leave
> I am crying every night silently without tears
> 2014
> my clutch is burned
> my brakes are screeching
> my oil has not been changed
> my ac is dirty
> my wheel bearings hurt
> I occasionally cough
> I feel the taste of oil when I am moving. I know it is bad
> I feel my radiator leaking
> One time he tried to repair me himself, but he kicked me in the end
> 2015 he tries to sell me
> buyers point out the rust
> oh god... I did not even notice....
> now that I know I feel like I am dying
> 2016 he has a friend who puts some strange thing in my rust holes and when it dries he sands them and paints them. It looks clean but it still hurts
> he tries to sell me again
> a young kid comes
> my owner lies to him
> NO I AM NOT RUST FREE! NO I DO NOT RUN PERFECT! NO MY ENGINE IS NOT DRY OF OIL! DON'T BELIEVE HIM....he is lying..... but I still want you to take me.... I want anyone to take me away..... I will be nice I promise
> he buys me
> I am happy, but I still feel guilt
> I am crying of joy as he drives me, but I keep saying sorry because I know our relationship is based on a lie. I am so so so sorry.
> I see my new home
> I get in a driveway
> a week later he comes with a hard top
> it is cold, but he really cares
> we drive around
> he shows me to his friends
> they are so young
> they like me
> he says he is going to keep me clean and free of rust and problems.... my heart hurts
> I keep trying to keep myself together, but it hurts
> I feel my body hurt more and more and i am getting weaker
> can't lie anymore, my body gives in
> he is scares
> I am not moving for days
> his father comes to look at me
> his father diagnoses many of my problems
> his father calls him an idiot and shames him for buying me
> I am sorry
> I do not see him for days
> one day he comes home with a new radiator
> it feels nice, thank you
> the next week he comes home with new brake components
> have to admit I am getting more confident with these on
> and it goes like this for months
> he stays with me from morning to evening days straight to get everything fixed
> He is really nice, but I hear his family yelling at him to sell me
> I don't want to go, but I have caused him enough suffering
> 2017 he says we are ready
> I go out
> it feels nice. Everything is as it should be. I feel the wind. I am like when I was young
> a couple weeks pass
> whatever my previous owner put into the rust holes falls out
> oh my god it is worse than I remember
> am I going to die?
> I see my owner being dissapointed
> his family yells at him to get rid of me
> I stay still for weeks
> one day he tells me he is going to take me for a professional to fix my rust.
> when I wake up it is all gone
> thank you, I don't even care if the color doesn't match
> we go out again
> his friends ask him how much he spent on me
> they make fun of him for spending so much on me and me still being weak
> he tries to race me against his friends
> I try my best but they are stronger
> I am so sorry
> they laugh at him
> he tries to tell them that it is not about being fast, but I know he is hurt
> they hurt him verbally
> a couple months pass and this becomes reoccurring with friends and family
> everybody talks to him about how I was a waste of money, and maybe they are right
> I know he is ashamed of me
> 2018
> one day he comes home with a turbo set
> he has his friends over to help install it
> first it hurts, but I get comfortable with it
> it actually feels nice
> we have even went to a track day once and it helped me a lot
> he tried to race me, but I still lost to the stronger cars
> I am sorry
> 2019
> he said he loves me, but he needs something more powerful
> I don't want to leave him, but I already feel guilty for all the things he has done to me
> thank you
> my new owner comes to pick me up
> he is strange
> I get to sleep in his yard
> he keeps pushing me
> during one of his drifting attempts I hit a guardrail
> my bumpers hurt
> I get towed to his house
> they don't tell me anything
> a week later I get towed again
> are we going to a body shop?
> when we stop I see other cars with similar problems
> this must be a big body shop
> they leave me
> I am waiting my turn
> it is cold and I still hurt but eventually it'll be over
> people come
> they take parts off of other cars
> they do not return with new parts
> why?
> one day a man shows up, takes my generator off
> that had no problems, does not need to be replaced
> he doesn't come back
> did I just got robbed?
> other people come, but they just take
> it hurts
> it is cold and it hurts too much
> why?
> what is going to happen to me?
> am I just going to vanish?
> I don't want to die
> please
> I am scared
> is this hell?
> I wish someone would save me
> whenever someone is coming I imagine they'd take me away from this place
> they just keep taking from me
> one guy mentions his miata is blue but he'll just spay paint the part from me
> wait
> is this where all the parts I got comes from?
> so whenever I got new parts that means they were from here?....
> how many?
> I am so sorry
> how many had to die so I could live?
> I have no idea
> I am so sorry
> I must deserve this
> I was so selfish
> I did not know
> I am so sorry
> I am so sorry
> I am so sorry
> I am so sorry
I know I have kind of thought about it, especially when I see something "fun" in the yard. Mustang GT or the like I can't help but thing "I bet XX years ago somebody was really proud of that car" It is a big deal when most people buy any new car so for the most part it is probably similar for most of them. And I suspect many see a similar fall from grace over the years.
The ones that really get me are the ones with for sale signs in them or dealer plates. Pretty good chance it was probably still a runner.
Anyway as I am pillaging in the JY I get all philosophical thinking about crap like this and it feeds into real life crap too, it kinda hit home for me.
