Wednesday, December 4, 2013

if your car could talk, what would it tell us about you?












I have this philosophy, that over the years has proven to be reasonably accurate, within its self imposed bounds.  I believe you can tell much about a person by what they drive and how hey take care of it.  Having been a service advisor for many years, I have been behind the wheel of thousands of cars, and can prove my point if necessary.  And since this says much about your car, I wonder what your car would say about you given the chance?  I can see some of you shrinking back...I can hardly wait to the secrets they have to tell.  If they are secrets at all.
I had a boss once who never changed his oil, when the red light came on he added 5 quarts.  Tells me a lot about his personal life too, he was always trying to fix things, and somehow his engine went over 100,000 miles.  But would you want to take a vacation in it?  I am sure his car could comment on the excuses he heard for other failures in his life.  But maybe the whispering that went on behind his back said it for the car.  As every old time Harley rider knows, they are told in the owners manual to only use Harley Davidson oil, and once riding with another man, when his low oil light came on, drove many miles with it on looking for a Harley dealer, they weren’t at every freeway exit 40 years ago.  And somehow he didn’t blow up his engine despite passing many gas stations, parts stores, and a few Honda shops. And he told me it didn’t use oil, but some friends wouldn’t let him park in their driveways because it leaked so much.  Again somehow avoiding catastrophe rather than fixing or maintaining his ride.  If only his bike could talk...then again the loud exhaust kept him from hearing us laughing behind his back.  But back to cars...
I would have Mercedes Benz owners driving expensive cars come in with them filled with taco and hamburger wrappers.  Spilled Coke on the console, and smelling of too many bean burritos.  And then complain about our free car wash and how it didn’t detail the car enough.  It seemed the piggier they were, the more demanding they were of us, how many times we wanted to run them through the car wash.  And while parked next to the same car, clean and well maintained, it was hard to imagine both were once new, built with pride, and came off the same assembly line.  Somewhere one car had gotten mixed up with bad company, its new owner, and had suffered, and was still suffering, while the other was treated with respect, and cared for.  Imagine the conversations the two would have about their owners...
I had one particular Land Rover mom come in one day that the rear seat DVD players weren’t working.  She couldn’t hear her phone calls over the kids talking, how rude of them, and demanded it be fixed immediately.  “Simple,” I said, “hang up the phone and talk with them.” Which drew another visit from the service manager telling me how she thought I was rude, again I was glad I wasn’t her kids or her car.  Or her husband, can you imagine dinner talk that night, or any night?  And a hearty amen from the car.  I have also had those so anal retentive that they changed the oil every 1000 miles, and got mad at factory for not covering it, or even requiring it.  First no one made them buy the car, or made them change the oil so frequently-just not needed.  But yet they were the same ones who complained when the oil plug wore out from going to a quickie oil change place, they were mad at the dealer, and trusted their prize car to the equivalent of auto shop.  I can hear this car now, just like the kid who cannot eat sugar or told no all the time, “just let me be me!”  Like the other cars!  But instead driven to the brink of insanity by too much care.
Now finding that anal car to buy used is great, and once I bought a bike like that.  The guy even detailed the sprockets, and it was over serviced.  Good deal for me, and the bike looks and runs great even today.  Despite only recommended maintainence and regular cleaning.  And it purrs every time I ride it agreeing with its new owner.  But what about the guy who spends too much, not that he can’t afford it, but then puts on Korean tires?  Or uses car oil instead of motorcycle oil?  What if it’s a Harley and uses non-Harley oil?  What are these bikes trying tell their owners when they wear out because they didn’t get proper service?  Or cleaning?  And how about the poor tech having to work on a bike that is a mess because of abuse, and then told to fix it cheaply...until it breaks again, and it isn’t its fault?  The things a car or motorcycle can tell about its owner is amazing...and you might not want to know if you are like the above.  But yet if you listen, it is trying to tell you something, are you listening?  For all these things we see in your ride, tell us what your personal life is like, if your car is a mess, so is your life.  If too neat and anal, so is your life.  Too clean, maybe missing out on fun, or too dirty, too much fun.  If you were your car,would you drive in you?  Old Mercedes Benz owners were once proud to show the service book when selling their car, a history of how well it was taken care of.  Not so much anymore, as the relationship between car and driver has faded, don’t even ask if it is leased.  So ask yourself, if we saw your service records, what would they tell us?  Are you worth purchasing?  Is your whole life one of fixing things that broke rather than maintaining them so they didn’t?  How many times has your check engine light of life come on and you disregarded it?  Is it on now?  What is your car trying to tell you about your life?
I have a friend who asks his family regularly why they are saved.  Not to question their salvation, but to remember Jesus.  To maintain their walk and witness, and straighten up when going astray.  A good policy, better than an oil change.  Jesus tells us to work our our salvation daily, not that we lose it, or have to be forgiven again-once saved all sin is forgiven, past, present, and future.  But He advises us to stay in the Word, developing our minds and hearts to be like Him.  To spend time in prayer, and listening to Him, avoiding a costly mistake by obeying, rather than sacrificing later.  Just like missing a day of walking takes three days to recover, missing out on church can set you back weeks trying to catch up.  You only know what you missed after you miss it.  But it takes work, and some commitment to Christ to grow in Him.  And it not only makes life better, but how much better when it comes time to trade this old body for the new one. A quick wash and oil change before heaven may get you in, but the lack of service records will show how you really lived, or rode.  And strangely enough, we can all see what you can’t or won’t.  So try going by the owner’s manual, the Bible, and see how your life can improve, and also improve the lives of others.  Whether you can hear it or not, your car says much about you-are you listening?  You may be shocked to know who is. 
So don’t be surprised if I won’t lend you my rides.  Get your own, and just like your walk with Jesus, maintain it.  Treasure it, and be the example for others you can be in Him.  What about your life would make me want to be a Christian?  If only you knew what others say, if your car could talk, what would it say?  Better yet, what has it been telling you?
love with compassion,
Mike
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