The “worst” car I ever drove would not do much more than 90 on a flat road.
It would not brake. It would neither corner nor truly keep a straight line. Its lights were cross-eyed candles and its mirrors would not face anywhere remotely useful. Its seats would make anyone’s back hurt and its alarm would go off every once in a while, unexpectedly. But it kept going. It got us anywhere we wanted to go. That car had pluck. Spirit. Personality. Really makes you think how much you truly need. Sometimes, the worst car in the world is the best car in the world