My dad used to have an old old Cadillac.  He would spend a lot of time, money, and effort on trying to get it to run, but it just sat there in the garage.  No matter how much money he put into it, how many hours of tinkering, the damn thing was never thankful enough to even turn over.  Just a big pile of parts selfishly taking up space, giving nothing back, and receiving everything it ever seemed like it needed.  Damn thing would've rusted to bits if not for his care, and in thank he received an immobile pit of consumption.