There are several recent threads, and some topics in general, that have me wondering why we are so afraid of the world around us. The question of whether a 4 or 6 cylinder is better for defensive driving. The thread about restoring a '65 Triumph and how it’s not a safe car for a teenager to drive. The topic of exploding air bags. The general worry about it not being wise to replace a transmission in a 10 year old car because putting that money toward a newer one with more airbags and traction control would be a safer choice for the babies in the back. The thought that it’s better to send your teen to college in a new car than the 15 year old hand-me-down because she’s more likely to survive a crash in a new car.
When did the idea of safety take precedence over practicality, affordability, comfort, and fun? Why are we so preoccupied with safety and security to the point we ignore or deny ourselves what we want and like?
Your daughter is interested in cars and wants an old Triumph? Go for it, she’ll have fun. Your son is happy driving the 95 Accord and instead of putting money towards a car wants to use the funds for a travel abroad semester. Great! Your 15 year old wagon needs a transmission but doesn’t have side airbags? It’s no less safe now than when you bought it new. You worry about your ignition switch failing or airbag shrapnel? What are the chances?
Why worry about things that have such a miniscule chance of happening? There are many, many unfortunate things that may befall us in this world, most of which aren’t the slightest bit related to how safe we think our cars are.