My car is like a spoiled child...
I buy him brake shoes..he won't wear 'em
I feed him all the oil he asked for..he threw it up all over the driveway
Why do I have to start him up TWICE every morning?? All that damn whining.."five more minutes maaaa"
I could liken him to an elderly person..
What the hell is that creaking noise?
And furthermore, what the hell is that smell?
He's also like an abusive husband...
He's left me on the side of the road, crying, SEVERAL times...I still took him back
He somehow finds a way to SUPER heat his leather seats in the smallest amount of sunlight so that I regularly leave about 10 inches of ass skin with him when I get out, that's just mean.
But, he's paid for..and he's still one of the fastest cars on the road (just barely). My brother says I should just "drive it 'till the wheels come off". The wheel actually DID come off, but that's a story for another day.