"What? No. I love my baby. She just needs a little love and care, she'll be fine." He stroked the dash tenderly and the front panel almost slipped loose. It was being held on with duct tape and chewing gum at this point. "Shut up, they'd love my baby. Old and crappy is in now. It's like... what do they call it? Hipster. I'm retro." Or dirt poor and unashamed of it because he could kick the asses of anyone who mentioned it.