Driving a clunker can be surprisingly enjoyable. Maybe it’s influenced by the countless films I’ve seen. When I’m behind the wheel of my 1988 Buick Regal Custom, which set me back a mere $500, I can’t help but feel like I’m channeling a laid-back character. If the Dude had a rug that brought everything together, my car is the most genuine thing I own—it weaves my life into a coherent tapestry.
There’s a certain freedom that comes with driving a beater. Expectations are low; if anything, people assume you’re a bit of a mess. I can’t help but think that when I drive past the mother of a childhood friend, she must judge my life based on my car. If I were in her shoes and saw someone in my car, I’d certainly think things hadn’t gone well for them either.
And while my life has seen its share of chaos, that’s not the main takeaway here—although it kind of is. It’s entirely possible to feel like your life is a disaster and yet still find joy in the absurdity. On good days, it feels like I’m starring in an indie film that didn’t quite make it to theaters but has developed a devoted following. That’s my vibe.
When I pull up to my kid’s school, I’ve shed the pretense of first impressions. I’m like Uncle Buck, armed with hard-earned wisdom and a car that serves as my quirky badge of honor.
They don’t make cars like this anymore, and most people seem to prefer sleek, modern vehicles. We chase after money, health, and carefully curated lives. I’ve been there, and it felt hollow. I find more happiness driving this beater.
There’s no pressure to maintain appearances. If I gain weight, I just buy bigger clothes. When I’m at the cardiologist, I embrace my size and think, “Here I am, medically vulnerable, let’s get this over with.” I’ve ditched bras and shoes because, working from home, anything within a mile feels like “the cafeteria.”
This kind of honesty is refreshing. It’s the kind of raw truth that comes from cruising around in my 1988 Buick, with all its quirks. It’s the joy of taking a risk, fully aware of the ride ahead.
Some people climb mountains to get to their destination, while others of us are just trying to dig our way out of a hole we didn’t create. Regardless, both journeys are worth it. Solidarity.
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Summary
Driving a beat-up car offers a unique sense of freedom and authenticity, allowing the owner to embrace their true self without the pressure of societal expectations. The author shares personal anecdotes about finding joy in life’s imperfections, highlighting the contrast between materialism and genuine happiness.