The 5 Struggles Of Being A Car-Less Petrolhead

I've been without my beloved Mazda for over a week while MX-5 specialist Skuzzle fixes massive rust issues. Here's why the last week has been hell for a petrolhead like me...
The 5 Struggles Of Being A Car-Less Petrolhead

1. When I walk out of my flat, I automatically look for my car for reassurance...

The 5 Struggles Of Being A Car-Less Petrolhead

Despite the fact that I know that my car’s still high up on a ramp getting chopped, welded and pieced back together by the guys at Skuzzle, I automatically look for my MX-5 (aka Phil) for reassurance and to get that warm car guy glow (you know the one).

When I remember that Phil’s 100 miles away, my day is pretty much ruined.

2. I have to rely on public transport

The 5 Struggles Of Being A Car-Less Petrolhead

Having to rely on public transport for ALL of my journeys is hateful, hateful, hateful. Last week, I missed three trains by a matter of seconds because the train driver selfishly stuck to his schedule.

3. I now feel like a caged animal

The 5 Struggles Of Being A Car-Less Petrolhead

It’s only been a week (and 11 hours, 46 minutes…), but I’m having serious withdrawal symptoms from the freedom of driving. Buses are slow, and the only way to get the top down on one of those is by using an angle grinder. And that’s probably illegal…

4. No car = no car meets

The 5 Struggles Of Being A Car-Less Petrolhead

“Hey Alex, wanna come to a car meet this week?” This has happened to me twice in the space of a few days, and every time I respond with “I’d love to, but my car is having major structural repairs, so I’m car-less at the moment, but otherwise I’d be there” a little part of me dies inside.

Bad times.

5. My petrol money is being spent on pure evil

The 5 Struggles Of Being A Car-Less Petrolhead

This is not a face that I’d trust normally, so why on earth did I spend my petrol money on a McBeef burger with McChicken McNuggets on the side? The answer is cash that I’ve accrued from not filling up at the pumps. The answer is probably also self-loathing from using public transport.

TL;DR: I’m having a bad week and I don’t know what to do with myself.

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