Friday, June 3, 2011

What Does Your Car Say About You?!?

[Editor's Note: This is a simple social experiment. Nothing more, nothing less. If you're squeamish about giving up personal info or think talking about personal belongings smacks of excessive materialism, then you might wanna sit this one out.]

It will probably trip my wife out to read this admission, but I can go ahead and put it out there: I'm "miserly" when it comes to money. This doesn't mean "cheap". Emphatically not. It just means that I put a bit too much security into hoarding money and spending it wisely. Since my wife has a Masters Degree In Internet Shopping, this inevitably leads to some "issues" if you will.

Case in point is (was) my choice of car. For years I was the consummate "I just need to get from Point A to Point B" guy when it came to choosing automobiles. I'm pushin' the Big 4-0. Until a few months ago, I'd only owned 3 cars in my entire life, beginning at age 16. You can do the math on your own, but it goes without saying that I value(d) reliability above all else. I'd much rather stash the $400 or so a month I'd be putting in a car into a mutual fund. This form of fiscal savvy worked well for me. While my friends were busy dropping half a paycheck on an Acura, I was stackin' enough chips to by my first home by the time I turned 24. I'm just sayin', AB knows savin' and investin'.

And then I got married.

Anyways, my most recent car (a mid 90's Honda Civic) was pushing 200,000 miles (yes, really) and when I got rear-ended by an illegal alien a couple of months ago (yes, I live-tweeted the whole ordeal), I knew it was time to stop being so effin' cheap break down and buy a newer car to get around in. The Civic had given me a decade-plus of reliable service, but with two young kids, it just didn't make sense anymore. Or so my wife said.

Again, need I remind you, I'm married.

After some heated discussions, I finally decided to "live a bit" (her words, not mine) and buy a nice car for a change. I did all my due diligence and decided on a Volkswagen CC[1], a lovely car that's fast as hell and loaded with goodies. I guess after all these years my wife finally talked some sense into me, because I love that car like I love a good cheese sammich on a Sunday morning. I don't regret the decision to not buy something less flashy (ie: another boring Honda), nor do I look back in retrospect at all the years I drove around in a bucket as a colossal waste. It is what it is.

I still don't necessarily agree with the adage that "you are what you drive". But some people do, as a pretty cool survey/article I recently read concludes.

Anyways, I guess I'll finish off this pointless Friday post by asking an equally pointless question.

Question: What kind of car do you drive? Do you think what you drive says something about who you are/your personality, or is a car simply a way to go from one place to another?

[1] Yes, that's it pictured above. Mine is black too. And yeah, it looks even more badass in person.

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