My Car

my car is the crappiest piece of.. crap. it's literally made up of three cars, which were probably pieces of crap, too. it's a cavalier, i think. i haven't ever really bothered to look, i've always just assumed. it's that or a corsica. circa 1991. newest vehicle i've ever owned. i inhereted it from my little brother, 2 years after he bought it for $600. the clock doesn't show the time unless the lights are on.. or the radio is turned up REALLY loud. "..when we had to figure out whether it was worth going deaf to know what time it was," (from a letter rob got from a friend, one time, it made me laugh). the dome light not only doesn't work, it's cover is gone, so anyone taller than me has a disfunctional bulb dangling in their hair, driving them insane. the windshield wipers work at two speeds, Pretty Fast, and Speed of Light, and when you turn them off (and when the right directional is on - still haven't figured out that glitch) they stop wherever they are on the windshield. i hate it when it barely rains, and i have to drive somewhere.. it's a test of my hand-eye-coordination, to turn them on.. STOP! when they're in the "resting" position, and repeat, when i can't see again. some white tape (my dad insists that it's made for the specific purpose, but i suspect otherwise) holds on the drivers side bumper - the only injury that is MY fault. sometimes, the radio stops playing. it doesn't fade out, it just stops. it's unique, though, and the fact that the trunk is black, unlike the rest of it.. i don't know, it sort of gives it a racecar appearance. i like it.