Apology to my dear car.

Dear My Ever-Suffering Car,

I owe you an apology again. Apparently, being your driver comes with a lifetime subscription to “Unfortunate Situations & Questionable Decisions Magazine.”

I wish I had known that checking blind spots was apparently optional these days. Turns out, dodging mystery lane-changers is now part of your regular cardio routine. You’re welcome for the workout.

I also sincerely regret not realizing that Hit and Run is the unofficial sport of modern parking lots. My bad for not installing a dashcam with parking mode earlier — instead, I dropped ~$1000 at the Auto Spa to fix your latest dent. You deserved better than playing 'Guess Who Dented Me?' every other week.

And finally, please forgive me for ever venturing too close to Bamper Car City. Nobody warned us that “traffic chaos” was part of the cultural scenery. I promise to treat that area like it’s cursed or at least off-limits until further notice.

So here's my vow: I’ll protect you like you're a fragile relic from the golden age of careful driving. And yes, I’ll get that dashcam, because clearly, survival now requires a recording contract.

Yours in everlasting guilt,

Old-School Driver from The 6ix