It’s not easy being a car. We might not talk (officially), but if we could, you’d hear all about our ups, downs, bumps, and buffing sessions. As your faithful four-wheeled companion, we see it all—every school run, every half-hearted wash, every questionable playlist on long road trips. So, buckle up as we share a few honest “confessions” from behind the bonnet.

“You Don’t Appreciate My Mornings”

You know those cold winter starts when you turn the key (or press the button) and I groan like I’ve been asked to run a marathon before coffee? Yeah, that’s because I’m cold. My oil needs a second to warm up and get moving, just like you. A minute of idling or gentle driving would go a long way in keeping me in good shape.

“I Remember Every Kerb You’ve Ever Hit”

You may have long forgotten that little nudge against the kerb during that tight parallel park last summer, but I haven’t. My alloys still hold the scars. Those parking sensors you ignore? They’re not just beeping for fun—they’re pleading for mercy.

“I’m Not a Bin”

The receipts, coffee cups, empty crisp packets, and mystery items now fossilised under the passenger seat—I see everything. You might think I don’t mind, but a cluttered cabin makes me feel like a skip. A clean car is a happy car, and believe it or not, I perform better when I’m not being used as a mobile wardrobe or storage locker.

“That Warning Light? I’m Not Bluffing”

When I light up the dashboard, I’m not trying to be dramatic—I’m trying to help you and ignoring the engine warning light because “it’s probably nothing” doesn’t end well for either of us. Let’s just say that pretending it’ll go away on its own has a habit of leading to unexpected bills.

“I Love a Bit of TLC”

A good wash, a proper wax, and maybe even a Hoover now and then—I live for that. It’s not just vanity, it helps protect my paintwork and prevent rust. Plus, there’s nothing quite like turning heads when I sparkle in the sun.

“You and I Have Been Through a Lot”

I’ve been there for your late-night takeaways, emergency dashes to the station, summer road trips, and awkward first dates. I’ve played your favourite songs loud and proud (and let you belt out the wrong lyrics anyway). I’ve been more than just a machine—I’ve been a part of your journey.

“But... I Know When It’s Time”

Eventually, every car feels it. The parts creak a little louder, the trips to the garage grow more frequent, and I start spending more time parked than rolling. When the cost of keeping me on the road becomes more trouble than it’s worth, it might be time for a dignified farewell. And that’s okay. Because scrapping doesn’t mean being forgotten—it means being recycled, reborn, repurposed. It’s not the end, just a transformation.

Ready to Let Me Go? Let’s Make It Simple

At some point, parting ways makes sense for both of us. But instead of letting me rust quietly on your driveway, consider scrapping through a trusted service. You’ll free up space, help the environment, and even get a bit of cash in your account.

Because every good journey deserves a fitting end.