It used to bother me that I was missing a hubcap. Like, really bother me. I felt like everyone was staring and pointing when I drove by. I personally may have looked like a young, professional person .... but I was driving a Neon that was missing a hubcap. I mean, really!
I don't know when or how it fell off. One day, it was just gone. It took a while to hunt down a replacement, but I was determined. I would not have people pointing and laughing at me—at least over something I could control. Apparently, you can't just buy one hubcap. You have to buy an entire replacement set. Which I did, more than a month ago.
And that's when I lost my obsession with the hubcap. I think it has something to do with the fact that, parking on the street at work in a not-very-nice neighborhood, it's better to make sure people know up-front that your car isn't worth breaking into. Between my missing hubcap outside and factory-issue tape player inside, I never fear for the safety of my little Neon.
I think it may also have something to do with the fact that, to me, the main hurdle to putting on a new hubcap was actually getting the hubcap. Now that I've found a set, well, I'm not too bothered about it anymore.
I guess we'll get to it sometime. Sooner, if Keith has his say. But I'm okay with my white-trash-looking car for now. Maybe I'll even run out and get some fuzzy dice and leopard-print seat covers. Except those might seem enticing to a thief; I'm sure their resale value is tremendous.