My 2003 Volkswagen Passat, otherwise known as Patty, has been a trustworthy ride since my sister and I got her in May. There have been tiny inconveniences that come with owning an old car, like misbehaving locking mechanisms and a cracked side mirror, but one issue has risen above the rest: Patty has no auxiliary jack.
Patty has both a tape deck and a CD player, but like most people these days, I use a streaming service instead of owning my music. I’ve burned my own CDs to sustain me, but all my selections predate 2014. And if I want to listen to podcasts on the road, I’m completely out of luck (unless I stick a Bluetooth speaker in the cupholder like my sister does).