This in a very apt analogy. Listening to stories from my dad of his early vehicles makes me both jealous and grateful. He was forced to learn how to do all kinds of component repairs and be prepared to do them on long road trips because cars would just occasionally break down. I'm jealous in that I was never forced to pick up all of the hands-on mechanical skills but I'm grateful that I don't actually have to realistically worry about constantly repairing my car to have transportation.