So the other day i was driving down the interstate. A camaro SS got on to the interstate and pulled up beside me. He looked over at me, it was a mid 40's guy that looked like he was going through a mid life crisis. He kind of had a smirk on his face and then floored it. I nonchalantly shifted from 5th to 3rd and got into. He already had like 2 cars on me and i quickly caught up and went flying by him. I then slowed down and got beside him again and he looked shepish and hurt that he just got creamed by a import.
Its moments like that that make me love my car and make it all worth while. But im not gonna lie. I curse my car pretty much daily. Its getting less but it still happens.
I say do what you want. and rust can be repaired.