Why My Car Remains Unwashed. David Coyte
My car is filthy. I park it under a sappy tree. And we aren’t talking a tad grimy. We are talking filthy black – and it is a white car . I get stares, comments, and attitude.
I love my car. Sporty 4 door, Fun to drive and one of the most efficient gas vehicles on the road. 48 MPG on a recent trip to Minnesota – there, back, and all the travel in between. And I can put a 9′ 2×12 board inside and close the hatchback. This marvelous piece of engineering and efficiency is a 1994 Geo Metro. Eat your hearts out.
“So, why”, you ask, “do you not wash your car.?”
I hate cars. They are filthy, murderous machines to which we are addicted. And they are responsible for a significant part of our world’s resource problems as well as a myriad of negative social and health impacts. As much as I love my car, I refuse to let it lull me into thinking that driving is good for me, or anyone else.
You have a nice car? Lots of pretty things are poisonous. My car is here to remind you that you are driving a malignancy. Just like me.
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