My car don’t get no respect

Everybody dumps on my thirty year old Diesel Rabbit.  My son took a look at it when I drove it to California recently and said: “What a piece of crap.” He was smiling and chuckling when he said it, so I suppose it was okay.

I was going to meet some friends for lunch and my wife said to me: “You’re not taking your car, are you?”  In that tone of voice.  Jeeze.

But if we have to carry anything big, or dirty, or eight feet long, like plants, or fertilizer, or lumber, then it’s another story.  Then my crappy old car is just fine and dandy.

My son’s car doesn’t get 42mpg, my wife’s car doesn’t get 42mpg, but I get 42mpg.

Blow that out your tailpipe.