BHPian Fib Only recently shared this with other enthusiasts:Life as a non-car nutI’m not a car nut. I do know one essential thing about cars-they move. They take you from Point A to Point B. Beyond that, many obsess over horsepower figures, torque curves, and showroom experiences as if they’re decoding the Rosetta Stone. Me? I pass. Absolute respect for those who care, but I’ve been blissfully ignorant my whole life-and much happier for it. For years, Team-BHP was like an exotic temple I never prayed in. Sure, the travelogues were cool, but once the talk shifted to “n number of m-type cars tested” or “dramatic showroom nuances” with jargon like torque profiles, my eyes glazed over faster than a doughnut. Here’s my philosophy: I’ve always had cars, and-much like my kitchen mixer-they just worked. No fuss. My automotive strategy is simple: Car A: Always a Hyundai. Santro i10 i20 Creta. Dependable workhorses, swapped guilt-free every few years. Minimal emotional attachment, easy to flip. Car B: Honda CR-V. The faithful old recliner on wheels. Fewer miles, more love-and even the dogs staged sit-ins if I threatened to take the Hyundai instead. Then Ben Franklin’s immortal words rang in my ears: “Only death and taxes are certain.” Time had finally come to let go of my geriatric CR-V for something newer. So, I re-engaged with the fountain of automotive wisdom: Team-BHP. And of course, I also stumbled upon the new-age overlords of Instagram and YouTube-auto-influencers who could probably sell sand to Bedouins. Which brings us to the unexpected villain-turned-hero of my story: the Skoda Kodiaq. Dear Skoda team, you deserve a standing ovation. Without my Kodiaq experience, I would never have discovered-let alone owned-a Mercedes-Benz GLC 300. This post is dedicated to you. Truly. The Skoda Kodiaq 2024 seduced me as the next CR-V: spacious, comfy, promising. I waited for the 2025 model like it was an iPhone launch-only for the updated Kodiaq to stir my heart about as much as a cold samosa. Thanks for nothing, Skoda… or maybe something, because it nudged me into thinking bigger with my buying decision.Enter the Mercedes-Benz GLC 300Blinded by the Bling (and the Bill) Enter the Mercedes-Benz GLC 300: Purchase price? 1.5x the Kodiaq. Financial logic? “Wasn’t that cute!” If “Buy a gloriously stupid car” was on my bucket list, it’s officially checked off, laminated, and framed. So yes, for the past couple of months, the shiny black GLC 300 has sat in my garage. We’ve clocked ~1200 km together. The first 300 of those were driven purely in fear-fear of scratches, dents, or one stray Activa rider ending my financial peace. Driving a car priced like a 1BHK apartment means pleasure comes diluted with paranoia. Then came redemption: a 900 km road trip from Bangalore to Badami. That’s when the penny dropped. The car wasn’t just a financial black hole-it was something else entirely. A quiet hum at triple-digit speeds, a seat that hugged me better than my recliner, filter coffee breaks, fluffy clouds flirting through the sunroof… suddenly I felt like Don Quixote, tilting at windmills and thoroughly enjoying life’s absurdity. And despite my utilitarian “cars are just tools” mindset, I now find myself smiling, humming tunelessly along with The Doors. So here I am-a proud member of the Financially Foolish Car Lovers Anonymous. But hey, at least it rolls, baby. It rolls.Check out BHPian comments for more insights and information.
