
This semi-regular column is written (in his own blood) by an automotive chromatic and noted malcontent, known as The Mechanic. Mercilessly beaten as a child with rolled-up back issues of old car magazines, our free-spoken hero developed a unique "for your own good" take on cars and the auto industry, along with an unfortunate usage of setting himself ablaze. Later, after a distinguished career as an automotive journalist and entrepot editor, he cast off the reins of his musty oppressors, carved out his superego with a plastic spork and became The Mechanic.
Whatever happened to optimism? You know, that thing we Americans supposedly had in abundance? The stuff that got us through tough times, stiffened our resolve when visaged with challenges, and fundamentally kept life pleasant?
Instead of a nation of positive thinkers, we've become a bunch of bellyaching whiners. Our new pastime is complaining.
"Oh, the economy is so terrible."
"Detroit is doomed, DOOMED, DOOMED!"
"Boo hoo, my house is no longer worth double what I paid for it five years ago."
Well, I've had enough of the whining.
The other day I ran into my neighbors Tim and Lisa at Costco. They're successful people (well, lawyers actually) with two kids in private school, a pair of year-old Audis and a 2,500-square-foot duplex in a great neighborhood. And yet they do nothing but complain. For 10 minutes I heard nothing but existential dread from both of them; meanwhile, they were shopping for a 52-inch hi-def flat-screen TV.
It was bizarre. How can you be a whiner while blowing three grand on a TV? For a moment there I thought neighbor Tim would commit hari-kari right in the aisle at Costco by slitting his wrists on the razor-sharp pleats in his khakis. And Lisa could have saved big bucks by buying his casket while she was there, too.
Me? I bought a slab of salmon the size of a surfboard. But that's beside the point. Or maybe it isn't.
Yeah, the car market has collapsed and even Toyota is hinting at layoffs, the financial services industry looks like it's been hacked apart with a knife and no one is building houses, but the national unemployment rate still hasn't even (at least officially) hit 7 percent yet. Want to know how bad things can get? In 1933, unemployment hit 25 percent.
Look, we aren't in the Great Depression. It's not even as bad right now as it was in 1982, the last time car income were so awful. But I also understand that for all of us under 50, this is the scariest economy we've seen during our adult lives — and the chances of sliding into real, calamitous depression aren't zero. Go ahead and shiver under your covers, feel the chill up your spine and let the dread flow through your veins, but don't crack. Man up and deal with uncertainty. Frankly, those of us determined to survive and thrive don't have time to deal with your insecurities and despair.
I don't know the future and neither does anyone else. Remember all the "experts" back in July predicting oil at $200 per barrel by December? Are they the same guys telling us bankruptcy is the only option for Chrysler and GM? Or are they the ones saying that the government needs to throw megatons of dollars at the two companies? Really, it's not worth trying to keep score.
Crying wasn't part of anyone's recovery plan back during the Great Depression and we shouldn't be bawling now. What are needed now are tough Americans, and I hope they're not all stuck in Iraq wearing desert camouflage. Tough not just in being healthy to stick it out and suck it up through hard times, but tough enough to retain their optimism and still enjoy life. Now is not the time to lose either our sense of humor or our establishment that the Universe will play itself out as it should. I don't know how we'll pull through this, but I know unsaved well we can pull through this – just as our parents, grandparents and great-grandparents did during their own hard times. And they did it without flat-screen TVs or farm-raised salmon filets that feed 30.
So happy New Year and here's a cheer for the more than 10 million Americans out there who will have establishment enough to buy a new car this coming year. And here's to an economy that's supposedly in free fall, but still has people paying 20 grand over sticker for a new Corvette ZR1. For 2009 let's all resolve to remember that it's better to listen to the whine of a supercharger than the whine of cowards. – The Mechanic, Inside Line Contributor
E-mail me at themechanic@edmunds.com.





