There is no feeling more satisfying than the kind I get whenever I pick up new gear. From a pair of pink Nikes I found on eBay to a BBC tee that shouldn't cost $92 to stepping out of Mackin with a new set of Volks in my trunk-from the moment I open the packaging, it's a welcome sight. Some could call it a borderline psychotic obsession. My stack of unopened shoe boxes are nearly six pairs high, and it doesn't register within my mind that at one point I've had nearly $5,000 worth of brand new car parts sitting in the corner of my closet, right next to eight crates of records that I spent enough money to buy a used Civic with.
Should it bother me that I've spent all this coin frivolously? Maybe a wiser move would've been to invest in stocks or save the money for a down payment on a house? But you know-that wouldn't have been any fun. The life I've lived up until now wouldn't have been worth it or possible had I not racked up the bills, hoping my next paycheck would be enough to cover at least half the total amount due. Don't get the wrong idea; I'm not telling you that you shouldn't save your money. A wiser person would be better off in the long run, but as long as you're single, generally debt and disease free, why not enjoy it? I'm sure some of your friends and family gripe all day that the car you're building is a waste of money. But what would you have done otherwise?
I say, as long as you're holding your own and can manage, do with your money what you will. Treat yourself to some of the finer things while you're young, or eat at home if you're struggling so you can save up for the big engine swap. Money comes and it goes, but as long as you're happy, even just momentarily, it's all worth it. There will always be time and creditors to deal with later down the road.