this is my dad's car, or as i have affectionately referred to it, the crapmobile. it has been a month since i lost the blue and the insurance company has yet to un-ass my money, so I'm still driving the crapmobile. now, don't get me wrong, it's a good little car, it's just not conducive to my lifestyle. i'm 6'2" and 230lbs and i don't really fit in there, the tolerances are so close that i can't have a cup in the cup holder. everyone i work with very much enjoys watching me get in and out. i actually have to get in twice, i have to sit, and then get in. people who see me driving it think it's the most pathetic thing they have ever seen. i have been trying to fix a few things that are wrong with it while i have it (it has over 200,000 miles on it) i figured it's the least i can do. so far i've broke a $200 dollar part while trying to fix something else ($15 at the junk yard). while i'm very grateful to have it, it's driving me crazy. i have a few vehicles in mind that i want to get after my insurance pays out (getting the wagon fixed is priority #1) but until that time me and the crapmobile are getting to know each other quite well.
