Yep. Dana is my car. I've had her for several years. She used to belong to my mom.
She was named by a college classmate of mine, Kari, amidst an end of semester celebration with our senior project class a couple of years ago. Dependable Dana.
Well, lately Dana hasn't been so dependable.
I think she knows that I want to leave her for a shiny, new car. (Which I can in no way afford.) She's been acting out a little.
List of Offenses:
- She refuses to give me back a Bob Dylan CD that's stuck in the stereo. I haven't been able to use the CD player for years.
- The defroster is a PIECE OF CRAP.
- During a safety inspection, a brake light stopped working. Then started working again. She's trying to tell me something, I know it.
- A tire was punctured by a drill bit (yep, you read that right) as I was driving along. I was forced to pay an arm and a leg for a new tire, as it couldn't be fixed.
- She has three, count them, THREE bent wheel rims.
- She also only has two hubcaps.
- She has a shiny new front driver's side door, courtesy of the old lady who backed into her in an empty parking lot a few months ago. (Apparently she just didn't see my car! :/ )
- At least I have a car. And at least it's completely paid for.
It's not looking good for my once-dependable Dana. Her days may be numbered.