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Yes! I am a sixteen-year-old, I am looking for a car, and I do want your suggestions thereof!
I've read many other threads regarding the subject, and seen many clever suggestions, which I'll likely heed regardless. But, I post anew, here, because I have a very specific, and odd, set of criteria regarding what would make a perfect first car. I believe that this requires backstory.
I never noticed much about my parents' cars until the day I attended a used-car test-drive (for my sister) of a Mk3 Volkswagen Jetta and a BMW E30 convertible, both priced at about $3000, and both exactly twice as old as we were told they were. We tested both, and both were completely different from anything I had experienced before. The seats hugged me like they really cared, and disassembled under my father's obese behind, luckily without the salesman's knowledge. To reach anything within the car was easy, everything was immediately reachable and close. The road noise was huge, it suddenly felt as though all cars were made of foam, and this one was made of less, allowing so much more tangible movement. The engine was weak, so he was flooring it, and everything was broken. I was captivated.
Then, the ride home: It's Dodge Ram Time, regrettably. The truck was comparatively humongous; to adjust the windscreen-mounted GPS -as was my duty- entailed essentially a 1.5-metre-hike. The plateau-esque seat was barren, with nothing else anywhere remotely near to lean upon or use. I noticed that I'd constantly been either bracing or sitting diagonally in the massive truck, just so I could stay vertical. The road only existed from my prior knowledge, for I could not sense it presently. And it was fancy. Hideously vulgar, impress-the-neighbours fancy. It had (still has, actually) 20-inch wheels, and chrome hemi-badges abound. Horrendously ostentatious, sedatingly refined (-ish; Apply american-car stereotypes here), and rejectingly spacious.
I have a similarly-lengthed paragraph for nine other vehicles I have experienced, but I expect I've made something resembling a point. I shall be more explicit.
The level of refinement of the parents' vehicles leads to a removal of the feeling of movement, the fanciness and fashion implies that I care about how I am seen, the size rejects my thin body mercilessly, and the car never gets a good exercise. All of this sedative refinement is what I attempt to avoid. The ghetto-quality of the used Germans woke me up, forced me to notice the car rather than gadgets; the size fits my body-type (I wish I could make that sound as wonderful as it is); and the fact that everything is broken (or absent), cramped, and slow repels insecure people who buy cars like my dad's.
I've obsessed over this set of ideals, and come up with many cars (with varying degrees of availability) which adhere beautifully to them, but I, ever greedy, request more. This isn't a very practical thread, myself being unemployed, so I place no price cap upon it, especially since the cars I seek are definitively cheap.
My list:
Austin Se7en (easily the most unattainable and perfect)
(rear-engine) Volkswagen Beetle (pretty, fits requirements)
Toyota Tercel (absolutely fits my requirements)
Mk3 Jetta/Golf (The first compact car I rode in, loved)
Volvo 240 (Perhaps too large, but excellent regardless)
Volkswagen Van (A Beetle, but groovier! It is my eternal shame I don't know the actual name.)
A final note: Civics are moot, for where I live, they are far too common (my family contemplated recently purchasing one from next-door neighbours, for instance) for me to, in good conscience, expect people to find it at all. I'm absolutely livid that every single car* with which I associate has countless clones running around town. Every time I wait for someone to pick me up from somewhere, I have a bare minimum of 3 false-alarms as a clone-car whizzes by. It's not nonconformatism as much as utility which I seek.
*Literally, every single car: White FF V6 Wingless 17-inch-wheel Mk2 Vue, Silver Hemi Megapimp Ram Quad Cab, Black Non-plastic Large-wheeled company-stickered Avalanche, Pearl-White 6-Spoke-Wheel Saturn Outlook, Grey/Green 2002ish Altima, White Mercury/Nissan Van, Yellow Mk1 New Beetle, White Dakota Quad Cab, Grey-Green Trailblazer, Beige Explorer, Silver All-The-Trimmings 300C, Grey 17-inch-wheel HHR, et 🤬 cetera.
*um*
💡 Anyways, any suggestions? I'll accept recommendations both automotive and psychiatric in nature.
I've read many other threads regarding the subject, and seen many clever suggestions, which I'll likely heed regardless. But, I post anew, here, because I have a very specific, and odd, set of criteria regarding what would make a perfect first car. I believe that this requires backstory.
I never noticed much about my parents' cars until the day I attended a used-car test-drive (for my sister) of a Mk3 Volkswagen Jetta and a BMW E30 convertible, both priced at about $3000, and both exactly twice as old as we were told they were. We tested both, and both were completely different from anything I had experienced before. The seats hugged me like they really cared, and disassembled under my father's obese behind, luckily without the salesman's knowledge. To reach anything within the car was easy, everything was immediately reachable and close. The road noise was huge, it suddenly felt as though all cars were made of foam, and this one was made of less, allowing so much more tangible movement. The engine was weak, so he was flooring it, and everything was broken. I was captivated.
Then, the ride home: It's Dodge Ram Time, regrettably. The truck was comparatively humongous; to adjust the windscreen-mounted GPS -as was my duty- entailed essentially a 1.5-metre-hike. The plateau-esque seat was barren, with nothing else anywhere remotely near to lean upon or use. I noticed that I'd constantly been either bracing or sitting diagonally in the massive truck, just so I could stay vertical. The road only existed from my prior knowledge, for I could not sense it presently. And it was fancy. Hideously vulgar, impress-the-neighbours fancy. It had (still has, actually) 20-inch wheels, and chrome hemi-badges abound. Horrendously ostentatious, sedatingly refined (-ish; Apply american-car stereotypes here), and rejectingly spacious.
I have a similarly-lengthed paragraph for nine other vehicles I have experienced, but I expect I've made something resembling a point. I shall be more explicit.
The level of refinement of the parents' vehicles leads to a removal of the feeling of movement, the fanciness and fashion implies that I care about how I am seen, the size rejects my thin body mercilessly, and the car never gets a good exercise. All of this sedative refinement is what I attempt to avoid. The ghetto-quality of the used Germans woke me up, forced me to notice the car rather than gadgets; the size fits my body-type (I wish I could make that sound as wonderful as it is); and the fact that everything is broken (or absent), cramped, and slow repels insecure people who buy cars like my dad's.
I've obsessed over this set of ideals, and come up with many cars (with varying degrees of availability) which adhere beautifully to them, but I, ever greedy, request more. This isn't a very practical thread, myself being unemployed, so I place no price cap upon it, especially since the cars I seek are definitively cheap.
My list:
Austin Se7en (easily the most unattainable and perfect)
(rear-engine) Volkswagen Beetle (pretty, fits requirements)
Toyota Tercel (absolutely fits my requirements)
Mk3 Jetta/Golf (The first compact car I rode in, loved)
Volvo 240 (Perhaps too large, but excellent regardless)
Volkswagen Van (A Beetle, but groovier! It is my eternal shame I don't know the actual name.)
A final note: Civics are moot, for where I live, they are far too common (my family contemplated recently purchasing one from next-door neighbours, for instance) for me to, in good conscience, expect people to find it at all. I'm absolutely livid that every single car* with which I associate has countless clones running around town. Every time I wait for someone to pick me up from somewhere, I have a bare minimum of 3 false-alarms as a clone-car whizzes by. It's not nonconformatism as much as utility which I seek.
*Literally, every single car: White FF V6 Wingless 17-inch-wheel Mk2 Vue, Silver Hemi Megapimp Ram Quad Cab, Black Non-plastic Large-wheeled company-stickered Avalanche, Pearl-White 6-Spoke-Wheel Saturn Outlook, Grey/Green 2002ish Altima, White Mercury/Nissan Van, Yellow Mk1 New Beetle, White Dakota Quad Cab, Grey-Green Trailblazer, Beige Explorer, Silver All-The-Trimmings 300C, Grey 17-inch-wheel HHR, et 🤬 cetera.
*um*
💡 Anyways, any suggestions? I'll accept recommendations both automotive and psychiatric in nature.