Which is fine.
A new vehicle isn’t in the budget right now anyway, and I have no ego issue with owning a crappy car.
I do, however, have an issue with the following thoughts running through my mind every time I try to get going again after a stoplight:
1.) Should I put on my hazards?
2.) What’s burning?
3.) I could Flintstone my a** up this hill more quickly.
I always thought the kids would be the death of me. Nope. It’ll be Brad’s “Grandma’s out for a Sunday drive” car…