My car can be a complete BITCH at times but she's just like her owner I guess. She's wasn't built for racing but I still treat her like she was. 
She doesn't look very nice, but the little bitch is mine. She's supposed to get a paint job, but that hasn't happened yet.
She's my little Hatchet ryda.
My beautiful self (well, maybe the car's nicer).
My fucked up tag,it's the truth though.
The back of the BITCH.
Don't make fun of the slanted front. I hit a truck.
Just wait till the new car hits the streets, 1989 Beretta. I know it sucks, but hell it runs
