This is my first car, my Ford, and I love it... but it always gives me trouble when I try to start it. It’s been sitting for a few days, and I already know it won’t make things easy for me.

I walk up to the car, open the door, and get in, ready to go. I turn the key, but nothing happens. No problem, I try again... and again... but it just won’t start. I haven’t even touched the g*s pedal yet, so maybe it just needs a l*ttle help. I start pumping the pedal while cranking, but still nothing. I’m starting to get nervous—why won’t it start?

I grab my phone to c*ll for help, but of course, no battery. Just my luck. I look around, hoping to see someone nearby, but there’s no one. Just me and my stubborn car. Maybe I should take a look under the hood? I don’t know much about cars, but it’s worth a try.

I step out, pop the hood, and take a look. Everything seems fine—or at least I think it is. I shrug, lower the hood halfway, and decide to keep trying. This time, I’m going to pump the g*s pedal a lot more.

Back in the driver’s seat, I press the pedal repeatedly before turning the key again. I start moving in my seat while pumping, determined to make this car work. My frustration builds—I even h*t the steering wheel a couple of times. Come on, start already!

Finally, it shows signs of life... but then shuts off again. Argh! I keep trying, and each time it almost starts, but won’t stay running. Then I realize—I need to rev it hard to keep it alive.

And that’s exactly what I do. I floor the g*s and give it some aggressive revs, showing this car who’s boss. Every now and then, I press the pedal all the way down. The engine roars loudly, and I smile as I see smoke coming from the exhaust.

To finish, I take off my shoes and keep revving hard in just my socks. It feels even better this way—more natural.

Finally, happy that I won this battle, I smile at the camera, showing off my feet and socks. At least for today, I came out on top.

The end!

Punishing the bad car (custom)