My relationship with my car is entirely dysfunctional. It continues to live to spite me. Unfortunately as a young person I learned some mad mechanic skills. I can fix most anything that goes wrong with a car.
The good news is it will probably kill you. Either a poisonous spider will bit you literally on the ass or it will break down when you badly need it to go, like crossing lanes on the Interstate.
The appearance of your belongings is a direct reflection on how you feel about yourself.
Winners tend to their cars, their premises and themselves, now matter how old and worn.
Losers blame the "car culture" and "ownership society" when the real problem is they hate themselves and show it.