I drive a beat up blue 1995 Honda Civic. I mainly hate it but I also love it because it is a ridiculous disaster of a vehicle.
I have been driving my Civic for ten years. It saw me through my driver’s test (where the tester sitting in my passenger seat remarked after my shaky maneuverability: “GURRRRL THAT WAS DIRRRRTY!”) to now, where it is by far the worst car in the parking lot at work.
My number one most favorite part about it is that I have to honk my horn with my left foot. I have the ability to honk my horn while giving someone the double bird. I have never actually taken advantage of this opportunity because other drivers are terrifying people.
Someone else with longer arms can just use their left hand to honk the horn, but I am not that fortunate. The horn was rerouted to a button underneath the dash at some point in the very beginning of our long term relationship. No one in my family really remembers why it had to be rerouted, but I feel like it had something to do with the disconnection of my airbag. I sit far too close to the steering wheel and don’t really want to run the risk of receiving a broken neck if I get rear-ended.
An aesthetic feature I enjoy are the back windows that refuse to stay up. At any given moment, I have an assortment of things shoved into them so that they don’t roll themselves down at inopportune times. Currently, it looks like I mugged a third grader. I have a rubber ruler, craft foam, and pieces from a McDonald’s Happy Meal serving as half-assed window jambs.
Other miscellaneous issues include: driver’s side window that pees on my shoulder when it rains or I drive through a car wash, gear shift that won’t move out of park in sub zero weather (have to keep Hot Hands nearby to heat it up so I can actually leave), white paint smudges on the front bumper because I don’t know how to pull out of my garage, and scratches all over the doors because I don’t know how to back down my driveway without running into the bushes/fence/actual house itself.
In conclusion, I drive a hilariously terrible car because I am a hilariously terrible driver who should not be trusted with anything nicer.