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Why Are They Attacking My Car?

I'm not one of those people who takes much pride in the car they drive. For me, an automobile is only about one thing - functionality. If it gets me to where I want to go and back, I'm happy.

That said, I am absolutely perplexed as to why my little Ford Fiesta seems to bear the brunt of so many mindless attacks.

Let me explain.

Shortly after I came into possession of this very unassuming car, a bunch of mindless joyriders decided to use our road for their criminal activities and hit a number of cars, including mine. I was pretty pissed off about it, but not enough to shell out £200 to have the panel fixed.
Attack #1

Then, in my last school, one of the students felt the need to scrape his key along a number of cars, with of course mine included. Attack #2 (in the school car park). After a summer of phone conversations with the Police, I decided not to press charges, because I don't want to be responsible for his being landed with a criminal record. He can arrange that for himself without my assistance.

Just before the end of the summer term, the sister of one of the teachers in my present school backed up into my car and caused more damage. Attack #3 (in the school car park).

You'd think that my car had some sort of death wish wouldn't you?

So how do you expect me to feel when I find out yesterday that a student who was having a temper tantrum decided to take his fury out on a car (guess whose?) and kicked my wing-mirror into oblivion? Attack #4 (and yet again in a school car park).

I mean, what the hell!

Why do these people keep on battering my car? What in heaven's name could it have done to deserve this treatment. I don't know whether to laugh or cry but one thing I do know is that my poor little Fiesta, the car that drove me to Liverpool and back deserves better.

I hate to think what will happen in Attack #5 whenever it takes place.

Maybe if I bet on this eventuality, I might win enough money to pay for the all the damage caused in the previous four beatings.

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