Love me, hate me, just tell me. Not the car

Just when I thought it ended, it had to start, all over again. It’s once again, the saga of ‘Me and My Damaged Car’, starring my entire family and some unknown breed of inconsiderate civilian. My family has been in this area for the past 2 decades and nothing ugly has happened to us, until getting a car surfaced the monster in some of the lovely people. For the past 5 years or so, the car’s been accumulating a series of scratches, knocks, dents, thrashings and vandalism (which happened just this morning or yesterday night), but no one’s doing anything to save the situation. Or rather, society has been acting like a mental patient nowadays. Some one call the doctor, rather than the police.