I was just thinking about this the other day when I was getting a ride from my sister to the hospital.
I saw the most adorable mint green and cream Volkswagen beetle driving next to us. Somebody had put a lot of work into restoring it. It was delicious. I wanted a car!!
And then I remembered back to when my sister had a unreliable shithole Beetle. Constantly breaking down. And then I remembered that she had that car when she was poor, and just had a baby. And this was before cellphones and the car stranded her so often and she struggled to find money to repair it. And when it did break down she would need a rando person to pull over to help her and her baby. It was just a nightmare. Miracle that she was never featured on a Investigation Discovery show.
And then I thought about how my “never owned a car” ass has never had to deal with these problems. Oh noes, my skateboard breaks a kingpin. Three bucks to fix. Oh shit, bike gets a flat. Ten bucks to fix. Oh noes, the bus breaks down. Bus drivers problem. The next bus will be along shortly and get me where I am going.
I just can’t deal with the stress of car/moped ownership.
And fucking hell no dude. Do not get what is classified by the government as a motorcycle. You will die and I like you too much for you to die before I do.