Fawaz

I remember the first time I realized I had poured too much oil into my car. It was a chilly Saturday morning, and my hands smelled like a garage after a rainstorm. I had been so proud, thinking I was…

I remember the first time I overfilled my car with oil. It was a sunny Saturday morning, and I thought, why not give my engine a little extra love? Big mistake. Within minutes, that sweet hum of my engine turned…

It was a rainy Wednesday afternoon when I glanced at my dipstick and froze. Somehow, I had poured too much oil into my car. My mind raced. Could I drive home safely? Would I ruin the engine in five minutes…

I remember the first time I overfilled my car with engine oil. I was in a rush, juggling coffee in one hand and the dipstick in the other, thinking a little extra oil would be harmless. Big mistake. A few…

Have you ever walked past your car, coffee in hand, and noticed a tiny dent mocking you on the fender? It feels like a punch to the gut. I remember last summer, a rogue shopping cart kissed my door in…

You know that sinking feeling when you walk out to your car and see a dent that wasn’t there yesterday? Yeah, I’ve been there. Last summer, a rogue shopping cart had a personal vendetta against my driver’s side door. I…

I still remember the first time it happened. I was cruising down Main Street, coffee in hand, humming along to my favorite playlist, when I hit a patch of fresh road paint. One minute my car was pristine, the next…

You know that feeling when you park your car after a long road trip and notice tiny black spots glinting on your glossy paint? Yeah, that was tar, stubborn and uninvited. I remember last summer, after a weekend drive through…

It happened on a sunny Saturday morning. I parked my car near a freshly paved road, confident I’d enjoy a peaceful drive. Fifteen minutes later, I noticed black, sticky blobs decorating my bumper and rims like some twisted modern art.…

There I was, driving home from a weekend road trip, singing along to my favorite playlist, when I suddenly noticed it. Bright, neon-orange streaks splattered across my hood. Road paint. Everywhere. My heart sank, and I could practically hear my…