Fucking LOVE your last comment. "Bitches can walk to work."
Not an overreaction at all man, I know this pain all to well, and I don't even have that bad of a car. But I've been burned by some ***** I knew in primary school. I saw her on the train home one arvo, so I walked up to her and said hi. She seemed happy to see me, asked for my facebook, which I didn't have at the time, so I get a snide remark for that. But that's okay because I didn't really care about it. We talked and I asked if she wanted a lift home. So we get off at our stop and we go to my car, where she instantly remarked "This is your car?". I grinned and beared it (it's a 1982 Merc 300D btw), and said yes, hopping in the car with her and starting it up, at which point she makes a really bitchy comment about how it sounds like a tractor, which to be fair it does.
Anyway, we get going and she just starts talking about how I could've bought a much better* car over and over, how it doesn't even have cup-holders and how I hadn't installed my new stereo yet. I rightly defended my car, because it's my first car and I fucking love it, but she kept commenting on how she could have walked home faster. Then, finally she asks me "Why'd you get it in silvery-blue-ish? It looks like shit.". This was the last fucking straw. I pulled over the the side of the road and leant over and opened the door and told her to ge the fuck out. "But my house is, like, three K's from here!" She screeches, to which I reply "Well fucking walk, You'll get there faster." with a smarmy grin on my face.
I left that ***** in the dust, as she deserved.
*What's "better" is an entirely subjective matter.