🧼 Your car looks like it lost a fight…
But it doesn’t have to stay that way.
Let’s talk about Mr Davies.
Mild mannered chap. Loves a Full English. Has a soft spot for Motown classics and says “cheers” at the end of every sentence, even on emails.
But last week, Mr Davies made a critical error:
He parked next to a brand-new, fresh out the showroom, waxed twice a day, showroom shiny sports car.
🔥💨🚗💎
And that’s when it hit him.
No, not the sports car the realisation.
His poor motor looked like it had gone twelve rounds with Mike Tyson… and lost.
🧍♂️💭“Is that MY car?” he whispered, catching the reflection in a shop window.
It looked like it had survived an explosion.
Or a demolition derby.
Or both.
Mr Davies started imagining a stranger walking past and gently placing a sympathy card under his windscreen wiper:
“I’m so sorry for your loss. Thoughts & prayers. 💐”
This car used to be his pride and joy.
He washed it every Sunday. Even gave it a name. (Sheila, if you’re wondering.)
Now Sheila looked like she’d fallen down a flight of stairs. Twice. In reverse.
He told himself, “It’s just a car.”
But every scratch, dent, and mismatched panel whispered:
“You should’ve parked further away from the trolley bay, mate.”
The thought of taking it to a bodyshop made his stomach do somersaults.
Would they actually fix it properly?
Or would he end up with three different shades of red, a wonky bumper, and a bill that made his wallet whimper?
And don’t get him started on the wait.
He couldn’t go weeks without Sheila.
Who’s going to get him to work?
To the chippy?
To Aunt Carol’s birthday bash in Dudley?
He felt stuck.
Frustrated.
Helpless.
That is… until he found us.
Because unlike the other lot, we don’t do shortcuts.
No slapdash paint jobs.
No “close enough” colour matches.
No fees that appear out of thin air like a magician’s rabbit.
We took Sheila in.
Patched her up.
Gave her the full works.
When Mr Davies came to collect her, he shed a single tear.
A beautiful moment. Like a John Lewis Christmas advert, but with more lacquer.
Now Sheila’s gleaming.
And Mr Davies?
He’s back to his old self—Motown blaring, sipping his tea, grinning at every reflection he drives past.
🚘🎶😁
So if you’re tired of the stress…
Tired of hiding your car behind a hedge…
Tired of pretending that scratch “gives it character”…
👉 Call us 01785 229162
Let’s get your car back.
And your peace of mind too.
