- 15 Mar 2008 07:13
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Well, I hate cars too. The drama is; almost every job I had revolved around driving the damn things. I owned about 15 of these failed things. I know them well.
Here is the problems with cars:
- They cost a lot of money. Almost half the value of a house. However, they last for about 5 years before being completely out of date. That's not counting for insurance, gas, tires, permits, ect, etc.
- Most people I know have a more luxurious car interior than what they have in their living room. Do we really need that? Have you weighted a car seat in comparison to a home seat?
- They get more complicated and more sophisticated every year, yet they don't get any better: Why F1 technology in a domestic car? So that the mechanic at the corner cannot repair them? So that they could be sold at a higher price? Did we really asked for that?
- Why does cars can go to 200 KMH when the limit is 100? To get us the chance to use the 76 airbags and compression frame? And what is this thing about car publicity? When they target a male public, you see the damn thing zig-zaging along a deserted mountainside at ridiculous speed, and when they target the women market you see them full of babies and airbags. Conclusion; Go on, drive like an asshole, you should make it anyway. And buy another one.
- How come there are no speciality cars? Cars for security (with spotlights and revolving seats), cars with worktables for the travelling representant, or cars for two passengers and urban travel? Always the same costly shit, even thought it does not satisfies your needs. Some timid experiments were tried lately, but that's not nearly enough.
- And finally, how come the damn things still run on fossil oil, in this day and age? Come on.
The closest we were of the ideal car was the elder WV Beetle, that dates back to the 30s; a cheap, simple, durable car, easy to repair, easy to park and economic. We went downhill ever since.
In spite of all this, cars are for me a necessity; Public transportation are made for the 9 to 5 bourgeoisie, and I work the nightshift in some desolate industrial neighborood. I love getting outside of the steamy, silvered-sky city in the summer, and buses just cannot give you the freedom to take a swim in one of the wonderful lakes that peppers Quebec.
So I got to cope with the shit they sell me. Oh, and those who not not have one and bitch about them: consider yourself lucky: Car drivers are the biggest source of income here in Quebec; they alone make it (barely) possible to have the social paradise we have now.
"That was all I had to say"
-Me