Every day I get into my car and every fucking day, I hate the retarded motherfucker (me) who got talked into signing the contract for this piece of shit. Every goddamn month, this unreliable hunk of metal takes six hundred bucks out of my paycheck. For what? Cheap plastics and a car that's like playing roulette every cold morning. Just so I could drive something different from all the plebes. I oughtta get my head checked. Don't get me wrong, when the car is actually running, it's a joy to take out on the mountain twisties and hear the tire squeal, but half the time, the fucker aint actually running. Which car have you bought or leased where you've thought, "I am never doing this shit again."