Chapter CXIX: A Boy and His Car

I have a hate-hate relationship with my car. A hate-hate relationship is like a love-hate relationship, except we both hate each other. All the time.

Glove compartment: doesn't open.
Right front tire: no rims, kind of flat
Rear view mirror: falls off at inopportune moments
Air bags: nonexistent
CD Player: doesn't work, makes terrible grinding noises
Radio: Antenna is stuck, vibrates the car as it tries to extend, like an earthworm wriggling toward the surface during a storm.

All this is to say nothing of the alignment and suspension. To tell the truth, I don't really know what "alignment" and "suspension" are, but it's safe to bet that they're screwed up on my car.