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Welcome to Confessions from the Glove Box, a corner of HOOPTY dedicated to the dumbest, wildest, and most questionably legal automotive stories we’ve all tried to forget. Or at least not put in writing—until now.

This is the place where judgment is parked firmly in neutral and the only thing stronger than your regret is the smell of spilled gas station coffee in an ’02 Jetta. If you’ve ever driven 200 miles on a donut because “it was holding air,” or wired your cooling fan to a light switch from Ace Hardware, you’re among friends here.

So here’s your invite: pop the glovebox, dig past the expired registration and that cassette-to-aux adapter you swear still works, and share your own automotive sins. We’ll feature reader-submitted tales of vehicular mischief, wrenching mishaps, and the kind of roadside repairs that would make your local mechanic cry tears of synthetic blend.

Tell us your truth. Did you once leave a ratchet on a control arm and hear it clank off mid-road trip? Have you reversed a trailer so badly that an entire parking lot applauded when you finally gave up? Ever swapped engines with your cousin’s ex-boyfriend’s Harbor Freight jack and prayer alone?

No shame. Only stories. Send your confession, and let us absolve you through collective laughter.

Submit yours at Confessions from the Glovebox and help us fill this glovebox with greasy, glorious chaos.