The Carstrologist’s Horoscope
An honest forecast for every car enthusiast with unresolved mechanical trauma. It’s never aligned, celestially or camber-ly.
You treat every redline like a goal. If your oil isn’t boiling, you’re not really driving.
This week: Blow your engine and blame your tuner. Again.
Your car can't clear a speed bump. You’ve spent $2,300 on coilovers but refuse to do your oil change on time.
This week: Ditch Cars & Coffee. You’re gonna get slammed—with basic maintenance.
You've listed your fourth project car and every ad ended with “ran when parked.”
This week: Lie about compression numbers and get banned from Bring-a-Trailer.
You clay bar your car more than you hug your family. One swirl mark = emotional shutdown.
This week: Accuse someone of using a drive-thru wash because their car looks better than yours.
You don’t park. You arrive. Your car is all underglow and zero character.
This week: Rev at a faster car, then say they’re “too scared to race.”
Every bolt is torqued to factory spec. Every part is OEM+. Your soul is dealer-only.
This week: Cry while reinstalling your third valve cover gasket because only the dealer sells it.
You want to stance, track, daily, and overland with the same car.
This week: Buy a Jeep and leave car enthusiasm to the professionals.
You don’t care what’s under the hood. Until someone asks. Then you lie.
This week: Claim 700whp with no dyno sheet. When asked to race, say “vacuum leak.”
You think speeding through a roundabout counts as seat time.
This week: Stay out of the canyons. You’re not ready. You never will be.
Your laptop is your car language. You’ve spent more time tuning than driving.
This week: Flash the wrong file, brick the ECU, and upgrade to a better car.
Your car makes 80whp but you think it sounds like 800.
This week: Park your G35 as far away from the meet as possible, for everyone’s safety.
You threaten to sell your car daily, but you won’t.
This week: Break down on the freeway and tell your homies to shut up when they say “just sell it.”