This morning I finally got around to rotating my tires. That was a mistake. Waiting I mean. As expected, the rear wheels were pretty stuck after 25k miles. I can't believe just how much I sweat I created trying to get those damn things off. Wow was I gross.
This is why I can't have nice cars I think. Back when I got my first car, it represented the opportunity to be free to travel. Now cars are just something that get me between points. I just don't take care of them.
I have to wonder, if I actually spent more money on a nice car, would I take care of it better? Hard to say. My opinion on taking care of things has changed a great deal the last few months, but I don't know if that applies to cars.