A need to blogg about nostalgia...

I often find myself talking to inanimate objects.
I especailly talk to my car.
My ghetto car.
So many things have happened in that car.
It was litterally the first car i EVER DROVE.
I learned everything in that car.
It helped me through times of pain.
And i believed it could live longer each time
Something broke on it.
My dad bought the car, a dodge neon with a
Chrysler key ;)
When i was in jr. high for my sister to drive.
It is sporty and looks cool, but she didn't like it,
So my sister and dad traded cars.
She began driving his car, and he, the ghetto car.
Who, at the time, was not ghetto.
Sure, it didn't go 'fast' but it is a little car.
My dad drove it for a while and it was pretty good
For him, he didn't have many troubles.
Then, i took drivers education, and eventually
Got my lisence! :)
My dad let me have the neon.
The car....the car....MY CAR.
I had a CAR!
The first time i ever drove it alone,
The first time i ever DROVE alone,
Was in the summer on the way to Muniband practice. ^.^
Over the summer the car and i bonded quickly.
Sometimes i would push it, but in the end,
We were happy with eachother.
It didn't do anything amazingly,
But i loved it.
Near the end of summer, the car starts to
Make noises, GRINDING noises when i braked.
Only then it make the noise anytime i was
Under the speed of 15 mph. slowing down or speeding up.
Apparently, my brakes were UTTERLY shot, so i got new ones.
Then, my car door started to act up.
It, being a two door car, really needed 2 working doors.
The passenger side door stopped working for a while,
And basically at one point the outside part of the door
And the inside part of the door were nearly disconected.
Everytime someone ripped open the door from outside
It would tear even more.
People didn't know, but it pained me to see it hurt.
People were careless sometimes.
We have now finally fixed the door issue. :)
The car this winter began to have to engine issues.
The car starts really hard, sometimes i have to turn and
Hold for two or three seconds while it luggs itself to life.
But i love it.
My car makes it so my uncle, a mechanic, sees me a lot. :P
Then, my car's temperature gague decided to start spiking.
"Carolyn, it's really hot in here! ding ding ding!" It would say.
"No, car, it's not! You're just broken!" i would say.
Come to find out, it is nothing, it spikes for no reason.
It still does this.
Along with this. my check engine light has been on for months.
At least 3. Hahaha.
And did i mention my car barely goes above 65 on a GOOD DAY?
My mom won't let me even drive to JANSEVILLE with it anymore.
55 is pushing it a lot.
I've locked myself out of it TWICE.
But once my friend and i broke into it. ;)
The drivers side window doesn't roll up all the way,
So sometimes when it rains, i sit in water.
And one day, the gas tube that connects to tank to the
Outside of the car, fell off.
So i couldn't put gas in it for a while. :P

My car has had it's ups and downs.
But, it's seen my through EVERYTHING.
My car kept me safe while i BALLED MY EYES OUT
Driving to set construction one day.
It was the first car i fishtailed in.
Or ate a parking line with.
Or ate a curb with. >.<
It's listend as i told it everything.
I love it.
I'm the only one who believes in it.
I KNOW it makes it to Janesville,
But my mom won't let me take it there.
It is a good car.
So many more things than these have
Gone wrong with my car, but i love it.
It is the best car in the world to me.
I love it because it is ghetto.
Because, though it shakes when i go over 60,
It is my first car.
And, i'm very attatched to my 'first' things.

Yesterday, my father bought me a new car.
New-to-me. 1997 chevy lumina i believe.
It has a cassette player! :O
Even the ghetto car had a cd player! :P
But, it is supposedly a great car.
Only 95,000 miles on it.
AND i can take it to WATERLOO even!
WHEREVER I WANNA GO!
But, i can't help it.
I know the ghetto car is jealous.
The day we got the 'new car',
The check engine light in the ghetto car,
That has been on for MONTHS, shut off.
It knows i'm trying to replace it.
And, again i cried in my car.
I don't want to leave it.
I want to keep this car forever,
But i would just keep getting harder.
I can't take it to college, or anywhere really.
But, i just what the car to know how much i love it.

Dear Ghetto Car,
I love you.
I've always believed in you.
You've seen me at my best.
You've seen me at my worst.
I have loved the time we've spent,
And i've begged my parents to let me keep you.
I've fought for you, but the battle is uphill.
(Both ways in the feezing sleet, actaully!)
I will always love you, you were my first car.
Sincerely with love from the bottom of my heart,
Carolyn Rose Corson. <3