DH is nagging me to replace my old car. Many years ago when I was skint and struggling with buses in a rural area Dad walked to the garage over the road slapped the bonnet of the nearest car and bought it for me.
Dad died two years ago. I wish I had the money to keep it restored and in a garage for Sunday outings.
I am being a sentimental twat but I know it will be scrapped. 
Give me a good talking to. It is a bloody car.