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Ignorance is bliss. Let me explain to you why…
My first car was a 1996 Buick Le Sabre. It was my grandmother’s car that she wasn’t able to drive anymore. This was in 1999 and I was 16 years old. I thought I was styling! Ha! I could easily fit five people in the back seat and three more in the front with me. This car was a tank and I LOVED it!
When I turned 17 my Mom thought I needed a more appropriate car for a teenager. So she traded the Buick in for a 1996 Geo Prism (knockoff Corolla). I also LOVED this car. I loved it so much I wrecked it. Twice. In 6 months…the last one totaled it. I was fine thank goodness but my parents decided that car was way too cool for me and I needed to appreciate my belongings.
Enter into the picture a 1988 Ford Thunderbird. It was white with burgundy interior. If had no air conditioning and only the passenger side window rolled down. I HATED that car with a passion. It lasted from my senior year in high school until my last year at SAU when it finally have out for good.
That car had everything in the world wrong with it! I had to replace the battery numerous times, get a million new tires, new brakes, replaced the starter and the alternator and had all kinds of problems with the spark plugs. I know more than I care to know about cars thanks to this one. :)
After the Thunderbird gave out I got a 2000 Pontiac Sunfire. It was the first car I got to pick out all by myself and i paid cash for it (not much cash at that…LOL). It was perfect for me! It saw me all through respiratory school and had its own problems but they were easy fixes compared to the Thunderbird.
When the Sunfire was costing me more money to fix than it was worth my Dad made me buy my first big girl car. This one I got to pick out and make payments on…LOL! I got a 2007 Chevy Tahoe…my DREAM car!!! I had always wanted an SUV and now I finally had one.
If you have read my blog at all you will know that after I bought my house I traded the Tahoe for a Hyundai Sonata and then a couple months ago traded the Sonata for a Nissan Rogue (what can I say, I go through cars like candy).
All three of these cars have one thing in common…lights. And by lights I mean lights to tell you that your tire pressure is low, lights to tell you your stability thing is off, lights to tell you everything!!
These lights FREAK ME OUT!!! Every time one comes on I just know the car is going to explode with me in it. Something BAD is going to happen because a flipping light came on. I worry every single time I get in the car if something is going to go wrong.
And you know what? Nothing ever has. I mean little things like I need to air a tire but nothing major. I think it’s funny that before the lights and alarms I had bad stuff happen to my cars all the time and yet I never worried like I do now when I get behind the wheel. I am TERRIFIED a light will come on and the whole car will just shut down.
So you know what I think? I think we should do away with the lights and alarms. Ignorance truly is bliss y’all.