I drive a 2005 Chevy Cavalier.
It was my grandfather’s car. He’s dead now.
Last year, my first year with the car, I took it to Jiffy Lube for inspection. The horn didn’t work. I knew the horn didn’t work but I honestly didn’t know the horn working was a prerequisite to pass inspection. I brought the car to a local mechanic in Queens, a guy I drink with, and he explained that fixing the horn would cost more than the car was worth. He wanted to try something else.
He then proceeded to beat the shit out of the steering wheel.