The loaner car

Taken from: http://www.oakdaleautosales.com/

So I have an extremely nice brother who lets me drive his car. This car has been around the block a few times, and has some lovely tendencies. Now don't get me wrong, I am extremely grateful to have a car to drive, but it is always exciting to see what it is going to do next. So this car is a sweet Grand-Am, it is gold or brown (I think) depending on how dirty it is.  I also have a problem where I can't name anything, maybe because it is so permanent, I have no clue. so be very worried for my children, one day my son might be bob, the next day he might be John-Luke. Anyway, so the good old Grand-Am does not have a name and it is a he or she depending on how much it is acting up. Girl when it needs to be sweet talked, he when I'm mad or overly flirty... Just kidding.  Today we will call him Fred... no maybe we will call her Amy long for am. Thats it Amy the lovely grand-am (this may or may not stick). Well dear Amy is a noisy girl.  When she really gets going she makes a awesome clicking noise, my roommate lovingly refers to her as the amusement park ride. Okay picture this, as you start to accelerate Amy starts to click, the more you step on the gas the faster the clicking gets... get the picture? Often we throw our hands in the air and start wooing! It is great!
The other great feature about Amy is that one day when I was going to work the lights on my dashboard started going crazy. One time Amy's dash said I was going 100 I was really shocked and surprised considering I thought I was only going about 25. Oh Amy what a trickster. I do believe she likes to play practical jokes on me.  Her favorite joke as of recent is that she doesn't like to tell me how much gas is in her tank. I wonder if she is embarrassed or something, or maybe it is because I kept letting her get down to her last gallon. Oh well. I bet she just like to keep me guessing, kind of like when I'm driving back and forth between Idaho Falls and Rexburg. I have no idea how much gas we have or how fast we are going, but It is actually kind of nice not knowing your speed.  What is that old phrase Ignorance is Bliss... I guess I'll think of it that way until I get a visit from a black and white car, knock on wood.
But don't get me wrong, I only think of these as perks, entertainment, and personality.  Life would not be quite as exciting if my roommates couldn't hear me when I come home, or turning heads when I drive through town, or my favorite is the advice people give me at the gas pump.  I'm grateful for Amy, and I'm glad she is in my life. Plus if you are ever having a bad day just take a drive around in Amy with the windows down and your frown will immediately turn upside down.