I hate you.
I drive a 1994 Geo Metro (standard) hatchback with 3 cylinders, no air conditioning, and a tape player that only works on alternate Thursdays. Even the radio has crapped out.
Before that, I drove a 1990 Toyota Tercel (standard) hatchback that was so abused, by the time I got to it, it drank a quart of oil for every 300 miles, stalled randomly, and was going to cost $4000 in repairs.
Before that, I drove a 1980 Toyota Corolla (standard) hatchback that had been rolled and crashed a bazillion times by my mom, the body was literally falling apart around me. The seats were shredded, the AC blew only dust, the body was dented and various shades of pumpkin pie. Eventually it was sold for scrap, not because the engine died, but because the brakes had rusted shut and rates ate the wires while I was away at college. The engine was still perfect. Other than a slave cylinder and alternator, it's never needed anything more than an oil change (which I do myself).
God I miss that car.
Oh yeah...I hate you.
And my dream car is a 57 Nash Metropolitan convertible in seafoam green.
Your Dad bought you a new car...you bastard...other than the Corolla which was handed to me because Mom had other cars by then, I've paid for all mine. The Corolla was 16 years old when I started driving it. The Tercel was 10, and the Geo was 8.
You bastard...
*goes to stare wistfully at cars that can go faster than 35 up hills*