People say that you don't really appreciate things until there gone, this past week I found this to be true. For the past week my car has been down with a flat tire, and I had to drive any car I could get my hand on.
First I had to drive my sister's car, and I hated it. She drives a dodge neon and it's not the best car. Every time I made a turn, I missed my smooth steering. Although my sister's car smells better than mine, I miss distinct smell of my car, something in between vanilla and car engine.
Next I had to drive my mother's car, which is a newer model Chrysler Sebring. Although this car is nice, steers and rides smoothly, and is an all around better car than mine, it just doesn't compare to the good ole Grand Am.
Today, I got my car back and I could not be happier. I felt like a kid cruising around on their own after just getting their license. I put the music up at a necessary volume put my windows down, and took my baby for a much needed spin around the neighborhood.
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