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Found out that the old girl needs a new engine today. Im not surprised and for a car thats 40 years old with the original engine still in it i think it did well. I find it interesting how a vehicle, which is basically just a tool to get you from a to b, can not only take on your personality but also become an integral part of your life. You can be judged by your choice of vehicle or alternatively appreciated for your choice. Its not in the same realm of high end fashion clothing or modern haircuts but i still think it a subconcious part of societies grand judgement of people through material possessions. Who cares if i drive a 1970 volkswagen type 3 and it doesnt have air conditioning, power winders, fuel injection or cant go from 0 -60 in 7 seconds. Its my car and her name is isabella and she is part of my life. I treat her well and take care of her (not obsessively though) and thats what i would like to be judged by. Not the condition of the paint, the amount of rust, the old design or the age of her.
So the people who judge me in the brand new 4WD's, V8 monsters and zippy mondern fashion accessories can all get fucked. I want isabella around for another 40 years and if you dont like it then you can all go to hell!