Friday Conclusion

Over the years, Mister Cupcake and I periodically reminisce about the most awful clunker death trap cars we've had. My favorite is the half crushed hideous orange leaky sun roof NO left window brakes that worked sometimes but mostly not VW bug that I had to drive back and forth in El Nino hurricane rain through the San Fernando Valley and his is the "thing that was like a terrible VW Rabbit but worse" with an exploding stick shift that he fixed using a wire hangar and prayer although he is not religious.

You might refer to these two vehicles as REAL BEAUTS.

I think we do this because we like to laugh our fool heads off and then eventually realize that it is a miracle we are both alive before we go gaze into the headlights of our current cars and just feel so much true love and perfect tire pressure and shiny Armor All cleanliness and chains in their own special container pride.

Which brings me to my point and my conclusion:

HAVING A PIECE OF SHIT CAR IN EARLY ADULTHOOD TENDS TO MAKE ONE ESPECIALLY APPRECIATIVE LATER IN LIFE.