Friday, December 5, 2008

2nd Object Observation


A parents worst fear could either be their kids graduating from high school, their first date, or leaving home. My parents worse fear? Their second daughter behind the wheel of a car. With little driving experience and a 16th birthday, it seemed their little girl was doomed for disasters, or an accident or two.

My parents decided that after I ditched my first Pontiac Grand AM, they should probably buy me one that looked exactly like it, just to keep my trend going. The second one lasted longer than the first one. It was born in 1992, had 4 doors, and blue tinted windows. It had a loud muffler just to make sure people could hear it coming down the road. The color of it was red, just like the Huskers. It lasted about 3 weeks before it encountered its first disaster. Getting t-boned by a Dodge Ram in Fremont, Nebraska. It survived, but had a 7 month recovery time in which its fender and back passenger door were completely replaced to make it look whole again. That was only it's first test.

It went awhile without any major damages, and at least nothing hit it. Until one night, on a dark gravel road, a leif spring decided to puncture its way through the passenger floor board. Nothing damaged, just a nice little whole to remind its driver what had happened. It also liked to get random flat tires at the worst possible times, just to make sure the driver didn't get the feeling that their luck was improving. Then one day, it decided to end its life.

It was heading down the highway it was most familiar with, the road to David City. That's when it decided to stubbornly die in the middle of the road on a hill. Knowing its driver was a complete wimp and couldn't push it off the road, it decided it was the perfect ending to its life. Watching it take 3 hours to move the car onto a trailer to hall it back home was more than it could handle. He got his last laugh as he now sits on the street, just down the block from his owner's house. There he sits, waiting for the right time for someone to fix him back up so his torture on his owner can start all over again.

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