I love my wife, she can’t drive for shit though, nor does she respect vehicle maintenence, much less asthetic care.
Nope.
Also, she’s literally told me she’d be afraid to drive my car precisely because I keep it so nice and she doesn’t want to be responsible for fucking it up.
I fell into this trap. We have a nice, fancy, efficient EV that’s my daily driver, and a larger, less efficient gas vehicle that doubles as the family car/road trip machine that she dailies. We work roughly the same distance from our offices, but on days when she has to go across town on an errand, she takes the EV. It makes sense to save gas and whatnot.
Rims are fucked. I think she’s rubbed them on every available curb in a 25 mile radius. She doesn’t care. Fuck me for wanting a nice car I guess.
Likewise mine. I bought an electric car to replace her Honda to save the poor Jazz from her gear changing technique
We have two cars, but the electric gets used most by a long way as electrons are much less costly than diesel
It’s not that we grab whichever car, just we’re not in America and don’t need to travel by car all the time and whoever chooses a car second gets the Subaru
This is one thing I love about having old but reliable cars. Our bigger family car that my wife drives is banged up in so many ways but I can just ignore it. As long as the mirrors work I don’t have to worry about how many scratches are on the housing, and as long as the tires hold air it’s easier to ignore the wheels that look like somebody was practicing their angle grinder technique.
And then with my little commuter car, even though I like to park far away and I don’t drive into shit, I still don’t have to worry about other people or keeping it looking clean, etc.
In general I find it liberating and good for the ol’ mental health to not obsess over superficial qualities of material possessions. So if I can make it easier to do that, it’s a win.
