I’d like to keep a clunker around for frustrating days. Pull out a toolbox of hammers, cold chisels, a drill and bits, pry bars, etc. On a bad day spend a few minutes adding a few new rents, gouges, and holes to Ol’ Becket of Bolts. All fluids drained ahead of time and battery removed, of course.
Some days I’d be in the mood for a couple of whacks with a sledge into the hood, other days I might feel drawn to a slower life picking apart the stitches of a seat. I think this is what is called autosuggestion by psychologists.
You must pick a car you truly dislike or you may make yourself feel worse, not better. Of recent cars I choose the Lincoln MkT for ugliness, though current Lexus models with the bizarre hourglass grille also contend. And the Escalade, for garish bad taste. And the Nissan Juke for trying way too hard to be different. OK, I’ve done my part relieving the highways of ugly cars. Anyone else want to rake a whack at it. With whatever tool you prefer.