Having a car I don’t really like means I don’t have to waste time washing it. I don’t have to worry where I park it or whether I lock the doors. I also enjoy that I can just blast errant orange construction barrels that decide to roll into my lane. I can get it as muddy as I want. 6k rpm clutch drops. It is fun to pretend to be Seb Loeb and get airborne occasionally. I can push the empty garbage can up the driveway back to the garage. And after all the abuse I dish out to it, if it keeps on ticking I become more fond of it.