A few years ago I was involved in a pretty crazy car accident.   It was in the middle of the winter and there was half a foot of snow on the ground, which just happened to be covering an inch think of ice.  Long story short, the car was a pile of scrap therefore I was in need of a new car, immediately.

Off to the used car dealership I went (I can’t think of a classier place, can you?).  What caused my future vehicle to catch my eye, I will never know.  Perhaps it was the scratch down the entire side of the door, or maybe the multiple paint chips.  No, it must have been the manual windows, manual locks, or perhaps it was the texture of the american plastic as I caressed the dashboard.  Whatever it was, I decided to spend (and I couldn’t make this up) over $10,000 on a 2001 Chevrolet Cavalier.  This was my CHOICE mind you.  I could have easily spent my money elsewhere, but mother nature decided to destroy my perfectly good (and super fun to drive) Acura Integra, so I was forced to go with what I thought was my only choice.

Another awful car

Now, granted, the car has lasted me 5 years, with next to no need for repair or maintenance, besides the oil changes…. whenever I remember to do them. However, if that is the only nice thing to say about the red, 2-doored heap, then it’s not exactly a glowing review. The berating comments by friends and family such as “Manual locks? How about joining the rest of us in the 21st century” and “Wow, are your brakes actually working? Why the hell do they shudder like that?” really do make me despise even looking at it.

Just a tip. If you’re ever looking for a used car, spend more than 5 minutes now, you will save yourself 5 years of torment later…… stupid cavalier…. *grumble*