My sister’s company raffled out a Chevrolet and I was crossing my fingers, hoping and praying that she wins. As her luck would have it, she didn’t. Well, so much for my plan of giving her chevy accessories. It could easily have been chrysler accessories; what, a girl can dream!
One of these days, I promise myself that I’m going to save enough money so I can buy my own car. It doesn’t have to be anything flashy, I don’t really need cadillac accessories, but I want something red and shiny. It doesn’t have to be brand new, but it has to work like a brand-new car because I know squat about mechanics and car troubleshooting. My greatest fear about driving, except for unfortunate accidents, is my car breaking down or having a flat tire. It doesn’t matter if it happens somewhere remote or somewhere filled with people, although the latter is always better. Too much hassle, too little know-how and car-fixing skills.