Who likes to share?
09/02/2025
A sacrilege? I ditched the classics at the weekend and just drove my everyday car. The aim was to visit various flea markets in Alsace and hunt for trouvailles from the toy boxes of days gone by. In order to move quickly from one place to the next and to be prepared for the heat, but also so that I could face the traffic jam in peace and generally park somewhere without having to be particularly careful, I decided - rather unusually - to use the everyday car. In hindsight, this was a good decision, because as always when I'm on the road, this goes hand in hand with a few "tracks" inside the car.
I admit it, my cars are never clinically clean, neither inside nor out. On the contrary: the ultra-clean, polished and dust-free car always makes me feel a little uneasy. I like to feel at home in my four walls on wheels. And that probably includes marking out my territory - in a possibly very archaic way. On long journeys, a drinks bottle can be found somewhere under the seat, a cookie wrapper in the center console, traces of my shoes can be found on the carpet and receipts flutter around, such as those from a petrol station. Yes, none of this is necessary and every time an empty drinks bottle falls out of the car as soon as I open the door, it seems a bit uncultivated. But sometimes it's unavoidable.
The idea that you could one day share your car and get a car on a subscription is therefore completely absurd to me. Yes, from what I've told you, nobody will want to share their car with me either. I can understand that - no, I'm even happy about it! Because my car is my cave. That's where chips or chocolate wrappers and other things fall. I can also understand it when all those who take the greatest care of their car describe the term "cave" as very apt for such a scenario. My everyday cars, however, are tools, utensils for the purpose of transportation and the focus is somewhere else entirely - until I occasionally open the door and think that the measure is once again full. Then there are one or two meditative hours in which the utility car is completely cleaned out, soaped, groomed and polished to a shine.
This is currently a 2007 Fiat 500 that I've been driving since 2008. An early "new one", which I took over with 998 km and which currently has 284,000 kilometers on the clock. No, it rarely shines like in the picture (above).
But I have one more thing to say about "sharing": I'm always happy to share fuel bills!
