I was indirectly taught about the horrors of car ownership at a young age. My family had a small collection of classics, plus two daily drivers. The classics didn’t run, but they still cost a small fortune to keep them stored in our pole barn and protected from mice. As a result, the daily drivers were pretty gnarly, since we couldn’t afford anything new or nice — and as they aged, they also started to fall apart in ridiculous ways. I should have taken it as a warning; owning even one car can be tough, but trying to maintain a small fleet is draining. I did not listen.

Earlier this week, we asked you, the fine readers of Jalopnik, what you consider to be the worst parts about car ownership. Let’s all revel in each others’ misery.