My husband and I have two vehicles, which aren’t spectacular or inspiring. They’re old, but not in a cool, classic-car kind of way. However, our class of 1999 Honda and Nissan are paid for, run well, and get us where we need to go safely and without worry. While we didn’t purchase them in their birth years, we’ve had them for a long time. I’ve taken my truck cross country twice, slept in the back of it on camping trips, survived two highway blowouts, and have taken care of it like it’s one of my cats.
You grow attached to your vehicle, and nine years is a long time to hold on to something. Much like an elderly family member, we are mentally preparing ourselves for when they won’t be around any more. Since we both have a measly 10-minute commute, we’ve decided to become a single-vehicle household and get scooters to supplement our bicycles. While we’ve thought about upgrading, in reality we will probably get something sensible, like another Honda. You see, we have a long history of buying moderately priced cars and driving them into the ground, sometimes literally.