Guys identify with their vehicle.
It is a reflection of them.
Macho, sporty, trendy, luxurious, racy, sleek—what ever the car conveys, or truck for that matter.
As I aged , my relationship with my vehicles changed.
They are just transportation to me now.
I would rather have comfort and safety features at this stage of life, than a turbo.
Besides, I used to do a lot of my own maintenance on my vehicles, but I find that it is just not feasible to do that any longer, due to the electronics and cost of parts.
I came to the realization that no matter how much you love a vehicle, they don’t love you back. And at Year 4 in their life, things just start to go, and you get on the repair roulette wheel.
It is tough for men to come to that point, because we are so used to the other way.
But if you are at retirement age, and don’t go more than 1,000 miles a month, leasing is a great way to go.
I guess hubby identifies with his diesel truck, the Harley, Prii (plural of Prius?), mule, viper, mini Cooper, and tractor. That probably means he has as many personalities as Sybil.
Luckily he’s good at fixing anything that goes wrong or at least is good at diagnosing it so it gets fixed the first try. Actually i think he enjoys it. But cars aere his Aspie special interest. I know to tell him after dinner if a car sounded funny, or he’d spend the entire evening in the shop and skip eating.