Fawaz

Ever popped open your hood only to feel like you’re staring into a metal jungle? Batteries are intimidating, heavy, and frankly, a little scary if you’ve never handled one before. I remember my first time trying to remove my old…

Ever walked up to your car, keys in hand, only to spot that cruel, long, jagged line across the door. That dreaded key scratch. I remember the exact day it happened. I had parked in a tight lot, and some…

I still remember the first time I noticed it, a bright streak of red paint smeared across my pristine black bumper. I had parked perfectly, backed out carefully, and yet somehow a shopping cart or a careless neighbor left this…

I remember the day like it was yesterday. I had just parked my car after a late-night grocery run when I noticed it. A long, white scuff smeared across the rear bumper like someone had drawn a line with chalk.…

You know that moment when you drive through a construction zone and feel like you’re just cruising through a rainbow, only to realize hours later that your wheel wells are wearing a brand-new coat of road paint? Yeah, that happened…

Accidents happen. One minute you are washing your car in the driveway, and the next, a rogue splash of paint from a neighbor’s project hits your pristine hood. I remember staring at my red Civic, bright white streaks mocking me…

I remember the first time I saw white, crusty stuff all over my car battery terminals. I had just bought my old Civic for a steal, thinking it was in perfect shape. Five minutes into trying to jump-start it, I…

I still remember the day my old Honda refused to start. I was already late for a friend’s wedding, and as I popped the hood, I saw it. White, fuzzy corrosion clinging to the battery terminals like a tiny science…

It was a rainy Sunday morning, and my car refused to start. I popped the hood and saw it instantly, that white, fuzzy powder clinging to my battery terminals like it had taken residence. Battery corrosion is sneaky, creeping slowly…

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…