I haven't been here in a while, but I had this realization the other day at work, and I figured this was the place to share it.
I'm a garbage man, and I was getting a dumpster at an auto repair complex that services a chain of used car lots around here, and they specialize in rebuilt wrecks (which are quite common here in Kentucky)
Just to the left of this dumpster was a section of the parking lot with a sign that read "major engine repairs" and had a handful of cars parked there. And most of them were late model cars, within the last 3 or 4 model years. One of which was whatever mini crossover that Ford sells (I think it's the EcoSport? That has the 1.0 Ecoboost that I think has the timing belt that runs through the oil sump and causes engine failure. Next to it was a Hyundai of some type. A friend of mine had one that windowed the block.
It occured to me that no one bought a car this new and expected it to have a major engine failure. I thought about the 3.6 GM engines that have timing chain issues and the Ford 3V 5.4 that have cam phaser issues and the GM and Chrysler V8 with cylinder deactivation that have lifter failures and so on and so forth.
It made me want to sell our fancy stuff and buy cars from the Bush 43 administration.
I had always been an advocate for beaters. I always thought of cars and trucks as tools. A means to an end. A way to get around, accomplish tasks, earn a living, and hopefully increase your quality of life.
I'm not a technophobe. I'm the tech guy at our house, setting up devices, troubleshooting issues, and I'm the only one who seems to understand how the automatic climate control works in my wife's car (that's a rant for another day.) However, I'm feeling the draw toward simplicity, and I don't know how much of it is me approaching my 40s, or how much of it is dreading future repairs and failures on parts that we don't even know are going to be failure points yet.
Neither vehicles are new, and they weren't new when we bought them. They are however both 2018 models and they are both GM products. Now, growing up, my mom always had a late model car with a payment, and my dad always drove a clapped out pickup truck with no concern about color, make, model, anything. So long as it was cheap and it would start and stop. That was me too, and I think it still is, I just got away from that.
So, in closing, I've got a truck with about 3 years worth of payments left, that I'm almost terrified of it, or my wife's car, having some sort of catastrophic failure. I find myself being drawn to vehicles that are 20+ years old, because of failure rates I see so much of across many different makes and models.
I think a part of it is a disgust with the rat race, and trying to make my life as peaceful as possible. Is it neurotic? Probably. Is it noble? Maybe.