Cars suck.
Cars absolutlely fucking suck. All they do is bring you pain and emotion and misery.
It’s been a really shit couple of days, I’m not gonna lie. Not gonna wail on about it here don’t you worry, but I felt it needed mentioning.
So on Friday, literally just after filling up, I came to a standstill at a set of red lights, and boof, a Corsa D smacks me up the rear. Rear bumper was damaged but behind it was a lot worse, the chassis metal has been dented in and the boot can no longer close properly as a result.
And even just with that, it’s all over. Insurers won’t pay for the repairs because the car is too old and has therefore been written off. Ugh. All that perfect MOT and service history and excellent condition are suddenly valueless.
Off she goes this morning on the transporter. It’s not all that MOT bollocks that hurts tho, it’s the fact I really fell in love with this car. Probably not a good idea to attach yourself to inanimate objects but what can you do eh?
So many of my mates too loved the car as well, and if anything I’ve become friends with some people and done things I’d never have done before because of this car. Drove it to a festival, used it to lug my belongings too and from uni, drove it across northern Europe, took it up the Welsh mountain roads, done countless thousands of motorway miles and it’s been the perfect chariot for getting my friends too and from things all year. Sometimes its easy to forget how prevalent a car can be in your life, but today I want to memorialise that.
The show must go on, however, and at the end of the day, this is what cars tend to do - they go wrong. I’m gonna miss my baby Accord so fucking much, but I can be thankful for all the good times it’s brought me. Off to the great scrapheap in the sky she goes, to join the Arousa.
On a more positive note, I’ve fully transitioned into being a Honda fanboy. I beg of you, if you ever get a chance to drive a car with VTEC and a Honda manual gearbox, do. There’s something really properly magical about them, even on this single-cam eco-tuned vtaaak F20Z engine. This is supposed to be a family saloon, but it begs you to ram it past 4500 rpm, at which point the noise happens. The steering was tactile too; the car may well have been big and floaty, but it felt precise, and the feel through the wheel was superb. The specs for this thing were mundane and pretty normal, but the way it delivered them was phenomenal.