Thursday, February 12, 2009

In praise of clunkers

This hits home for me.

I drive a (payment-free) 1996 (or '95, depending on whom you believe) Toyota Camry with 210,000 miles on it. It's not glamorous.
I, too, have parked down the street en route to fancy events, and I've cursed its old-car smell and tape-deck stereo millions of times.
But to be has no major mechanical or structural defects. I haven't had to get a new battery, brakes or timing belt in over five years.
I lost an antenna a while back, but this jalopy still finds a way to get (most) radio stations.

The e-break doesn't work as of late, but then again -- who cares if it rolls down a hill into a lake?