AhHA! A Subaru. That is your Achilles heel. I mourn you.
"Nooo-oooooo!"
Aw, mannnnn. Subys are awesome.
(As long as you don't expose the paint to .... rain, snow, sunlight, wind, dust, car doors, heavy leaves, dark matter...)
(As long as you can see in the dark.... since you will quickly end up with a singular headlight as the only point of illumination on/in the entire car, and you'll learn to wear a headlamp whenever you drive at night, so you can see interior switches, speed/RPM, gearshift, etc....)
(As long as your spit contains corrosion-breakers like WD-40, as every electrical connection will di-electrically blob out on you.)
(As long as your breath is hot, dry, and plentiful, so you can act as your own Defrost, cuz what's in the car SUCKS and couldn't blow out the candles on a newborn's cake.)
(As long as you are made OF MONEY, since every time you go over some sticks or a hard gravel road, your CV-joint boots will sense the movement, and self-destruct, casting the lubricating grease they contain all over Creation, whilst exposing your axles to THE WORLD which, like the paint job, it hates.)
Yeah. Subaru. It's love. It's fuggin love. Mutha fuggin love. Suby. Sheeesh.