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.