My Dad taught me to drive them into the ground, don't do nuthin', when it breaks, go out and buy another. My neighbor and good senses taught me about maintenance! LOL
Love my Dad, the last time I saw him work on a car was mom's '72 Pontiac Ventura. Then, when I got old enough to turn wrenches, he got amnesia and didn't know how to gap a plug anymore or change the oil!
That's what kids are for. The pioneer's had them to help on the land. Now us kids were there to do chores that dad no longer wanted to do. Cut the grass, clean out the basement and garage, paint, change the oil on the cars and tune them up. It is a cycle that is not being repeated so much anymore. I think it is because there is no trophy that goes with the task.