If a junkyard car or truck could talk, what would it say?

"I'm a Corvette! I don't deserve this indignity!"

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Probably something along the lines of “my owner got drunk and wrecked me” or “my owner got hit by someone who was drunk(or high or tripping balls)”
 
It's likely the same as being confined as a person.

I've often wondered about my daily driver. It began its life in the USA in Naples, FL, and lived in a house with an 8 car garage for 8 years. Dealer serviced by the book, only driven 37k.

Today, it's been outside for 7 years, and serviced by some hack shade tree mechanic (me) with the mileage at 134k :ROFLMAO:
 
I look at the flat bed trucks going down the road that are carrying a dozen of more crushed cars and I think to myself 'Everyone of those was new and perfect at one time and was somebody's pride and joy and now their next stop is at a recycling yard.'
 
I always wonder how they got in this condition, aside of the ones that have accident damage or are rusted to the point of being unsafe because it lived his whole life in Michigan. I just can't wrap my head around letting a car rot and drive around broken until it can't go any further. It was once a beautiful ( ok, subjective) shiny piece of machinery, reduced to a faded, rotting, dull safety hazard.
 
“I coulda had class. I coulda been a contender. I coulda been somebody, instead of junk, scrap, or a u pull it, which is what I am, let's face it.”
 
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