Well, well...I see that you have come to see pure beauty in automotive form. I hope you enjoy "ol' Bessie" as much as I do. She and I have been together awhile. You see, when I was a youngin', this car belonged to my dad because he got it cheap from a friend at work. Well, as I matured, hit puberty, and reached my driving age, my mother got hit by a huge SUV in her 99 Lumina. Well, my mother got a bit of a pay off and bought a 95 Camry and this prompted my father to buy an old, rusty, blue Chevy truck that I haven't the slightest clue what the model is. Well, after this endeavor, I was bestowed with the great presence of "'Ol Bessie" as I like to call her. She and I have been through everything from lessons at Drake, going to the other side of town praying that the car won't break down, and even little trips to the store. So, from this day forth, I give you one of my loves: 'Ol Bessie.
As you can see, Ol' Bessie has some paint missing. Well, after extended amounts of contemplation on this subject, I resolved to keep these so called "flaws" in appearance as marks of character. I mean, when she is old and grey, she will need some conversation pieces while she is in the parking lot surrounded by other cars who are not as privileged to obtain such marks of individuality.
Okay, so Bessie got some boo boos. Yeah, well, at one time, I actually had four rims. Then, I was driving to symphony practice and had a lil curb check. Well, it wasn't that bad so I didn't think anything of it. Funny thing tho, I looked back when I was leaving and saw a rim laying on the ground and I remember thinking, "wow, some loser lost their rim!" But lil did I know, that was my rim!!! Well, so then I had 3 rims, and then I remember looking back and only having 2 1/2 on there. Yeah, I had half a rim. Well, then the half fell off somewhere and now I only have two, one on each side. Ain't she a bute?!
Okay, this may take some explaining. You see, my junior year, during my lunch break from school, I was on my way to a chiropractor appt. Yeah, I said chiropractor. Well, the story is that my legs are not the same length. My left leg is 1/4 of an inch shorter than my right, so I have to wear this funky cork heel lift in my shoes, but I neglect that a lot. Well, if that isn't enough, I had to go in like 3 times a week to have the doc do stuff with my back to make sure that it was straightening out. Well, the point of the story is that on my way there, I had a really good song in my head. So good that I don't even remember what it was now, but trust me, it was good. So, I remember seeing this light bluish car stopped ahead of me and then seeing the light turn green. Well, then I saw that the car infront of me was not moving, and I was like "ohh...I should stop" but obviously this message was not send to my foot because my foot did not press down on the stop button..er...pedal...I think, but anyway...I kinda rear-ended a nice car in front of me. Luckily the cop did not give me a citation, and the driver of the other car seemed kinda dumb, so I got off pretty easily. But...anywho...that's how Bessie got that lil beauty mark. She's just so individual!! Nothing like her anywhere! ONE IN A MILLION!!
This here is what I like to call my engine. I thought about cleaning it out, but then I decided that the dust and dirt only added to the character of Bessie, and Bessie would probably be pretty hurt if I tried to tear them apart after being together for so long. Plus, I think of cars like many think of fine wine. They only get better with age!
