I love my wife, she can’t drive for shit though, nor does she respect vehicle maintenence, much less asthetic care.
Nope.
Also, she’s literally told me she’d be afraid to drive my car precisely because I keep it so nice and she doesn’t want to be responsible for fucking it up.
I fell into this trap. We have a nice, fancy, efficient EV that’s my daily driver, and a larger, less efficient gas vehicle that doubles as the family car/road trip machine that she dailies. We work roughly the same distance from our offices, but on days when she has to go across town on an errand, she takes the EV. It makes sense to save gas and whatnot.
Rims are fucked. I think she’s rubbed them on every available curb in a 25 mile radius. She doesn’t care. Fuck me for wanting a nice car I guess.
I love my wife, she can’t drive for shit though, nor does she respect vehicle maintenence, much less asthetic care.
Nope.
Also, she’s literally told me she’d be afraid to drive my car precisely because I keep it so nice and she doesn’t want to be responsible for fucking it up.
I fell into this trap. We have a nice, fancy, efficient EV that’s my daily driver, and a larger, less efficient gas vehicle that doubles as the family car/road trip machine that she dailies. We work roughly the same distance from our offices, but on days when she has to go across town on an errand, she takes the EV. It makes sense to save gas and whatnot.
Rims are fucked. I think she’s rubbed them on every available curb in a 25 mile radius. She doesn’t care. Fuck me for wanting a nice car I guess.