Do y’all ever feel...dumb? For your taste in and/or obsession with vehicles?
I am sort of feeling that way now, after all the subterfuge I’ve gone through for a 30-year-old trashily made economy car. I can’t help it, though. The stupid thing makes me happy and is really just fun. I know it shouldn’t be, but it is.
I guess that’s what makes me Oppo, huh? I mean, I love all sorts of cars. Crap GM FWD stuff, import stuff, muscle cars, luxury cars, off-roaders, brown diesel manual wagons, etc. I just happen to locate a little ‘Bird that I love.
Anyone else wonder why they love what they love as far as cars? I get made fun of a lot of my interest in taking care of Jolene, but it is what it is at this point.
Honestly, when I found Jolene, I was searching for a Chevrolet Corsica (the car I grew up in, basically). Or a Beretta GT/GTU/GTZ/Z26.
I just happened to locate a J-body before I found any L-bodies.