An honest love-hate letter to the four-wheeled drama queen in my parking lot.

Let’s talk about cars. Those metal boxes we willingly go broke for, just to sit in traffic and listen to podcasts about how not to go broke.

I love my car. I do. But sometimes I think she’s got a mind of her own. I named her “Luna” because she’s beautiful, moody, and randomly screams when it’s cold.

1. The Fuel Economy Is Just... Emotionally Manipulative

"Up to 18 km/l," they said. Lies. All lies. My car sees a hill and drinks petrol like it's at a wedding buffet. If my car had an Instagram bio, it would say:
“High maintenance, but worth it 💅”

2. Check Engine Light = Modern Horror Story

What does it mean? Nobody knows. Not even the mechanics. It's like my car is saying:
"Something’s wrong. Guess which part. Good luck."
Honestly, I think it's just lonely and wants attention.

3. Car Horns Are Just Passive-Aggressive Text Messages

Ever used your horn lightly, just a polite toot? Yeah, me neither. My car horn has two modes:

• "Excuse me, friend!”

• "I am become death, destroyer of worlds."

4. Parallel Parking: The Ultimate Test of Human Patience

I once tried to parallel park and accidentally made eye contact with a pigeon that looked disappointed in me. Nothing humbles you faster than a 5-minute parking job and a 7-year-old on a scooter judging you silently.

5. That One Friend with a Bike Who Always Says “Just Take the Bus”

No. I’m sorry. I didn’t spend 7 hours watching car reviews, another 4 test-driving, and selling a kidney (figuratively… I think) just to sit on a plastic seat next to a guy chewing loudly.

Final Thoughts:
Cars are like relationships. They’re expensive, needy, and sometimes leak fluids for no reason. But in the end, they take you places — emotionally and literally.

Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to go convince Luna not to overheat in the monsoon. Again.