Oh, boy. Ok, here we go.
Damn wiper seals. Ok, they leak. So I get replacement seals and lay all scrunched up on the floor of the car to replace them. Then the replacements leak.
Those @#$% clutch linkage clips. I had one on the clutch pedal that kept popping off and then I'd be stuck in gear at a stop light someplace. Beauty!
Bulkhead connector (that SOB is GONE!) with one spade connector that worked itself back just far enough that it would make contact MOST of the time. Car would quit running, I would wiggle so me wires around and away we go. Usually. Not always.
Any affordable headers with the one stupid tube hanging WAY down. Every friggin' parking lot, SCRRRRAAAAAPE. Then you have that one "D-shaped" tube. Plus, the damn headers are dented where they hit the power steering box, the oil pan, the grease fitting on my pitman arm, etc... Then you get the joy of jacking the engine out of the mounts so you can replace the starter. This time... TTI. Expensive as hell, but at least they only irk me once - when I pay for them.
Piece of crap 40-dollar rebuilt starter with a "lifetime warranty" that I had to replace 3 times!! Alright already, I'll pay whatever it takes for a mini-starter.
Mid 70's to late 80's cars with a vacuum hose diagram that looks like a wiring schematic for the space shuttle. Plus, the MF emissions test will have a friggin fit if you remove any of that crap and they find out.
Trophy whores at car shows. Pretty sad when your ego depends on a $10 trophy. You know, the guys who complain when they don't win and demand to see the judging criteria, yada yada yada.
"3/4 race" cams. I'm surprised your car runs at all without the whole cam.
Some of the shitboxes people build and call them "rat rods".
Cheap-*** tools from China.
People who complain about the winters here. You only live once, jackass. If you're TRULY miserable, pack your crap and MOVE. If it isn't bad enough for you to move, quit yer bitchin'.
My boss. Nuff said.
Socks with holes in them. I hate when one toe pokes through.
All the jewelery commercials on the radio around the holidays. You think you can get my wife to lay on the guilt trip so I'll come buy your jewelery? Guess again. When my wife and I were dating, I bought her a set of Roadhandler Mud and Snow tires. Sears was having a hell of a sale.
Movie stars who think I should listen to their opinions on political and social issues. Your job is to entertain me. Shut up and get back to work.
Our plow guy, who leaves about six feet of un-plowed road in front of my mailbox. There's something wrong when I have to shovel the street.
Politicians who blame air pollution on cars. Around here, the biggest problem with our air quality is power plants. But they have the politicians in their pocket.
Ok, that's enough for now. Whew! I feel better.