My car is a grey 1984 Honda Accord. It is fun because it was made the same year I was born, so we can have birthdays together. It only has one mirror... the side view mirror on the driver's side. The rearview mirror fell off one day when I was trying to adjust it. I glued it back on, but it fell off again the next day, so now it just sits on the floor. It's not really a problem unless I'm on the freeway trying to change lanes. I don't go on the feeway very often, however, because my car has the frightening habit of shaking like all get out when it gets up to 60 or 70 miles per hour. I don't know what causes this, but it feels like the car is going to fall apart around me whenever it happens.
My car is also dirty. It is so dirty, in fact, that it actually impares my driving (which, in all honesty, isn't that great to begin with). I turn on the windshield wipers on sunny days just to see through the dust. But it's not just dirty on the outside. Oh no! In fact, the inside of my car is arguably even MORE dirty. One can not even see the floor on the passenger side because there are so many papers, napkins, straws, cups, leaves, and matches. The matches were a Christmas gift, and are supposed to smell good when they are lit. Unfortunatley, they do not. They just make my car smokey.
But my adventure at the car wash did not end with the water gun. Oh no. They also had these big vaccuums you could use for fifty cents a pop. Before you use the vaccuum, though, you have to haul all the junk out of your car so it dosen't get in the way and get sucked up into oblivion. I had a lot of things in my car, including a lot of things I had never even seen before. Hair ties, plates, cups, shoes, three socks (none of whcih matched), a hat which I last wore, seriously, seven years ago when I was in a summer production of "Oliver!", a tennis racket, an SAT training booklett, and one of those red plastic "Chuck E. Cheese" ball-pit balls, all were pulled from the abysmal floor of my grey Honda, and much more. I then unwound the python-like hose of the vaccuum, and inserted my two quarters. A loud roaring sound immediatley errupted from the vaccum, and the hose flailed wildly. After wrestling with the beastly thing for a few moments I was able to subdue it and go to work sucking the junk out of the seats and carpet of my car. The vaccuum was so strong it would actually suck onto the carpet itslef, pulling it upwards. If it were not fastened to the metal part, it probably would have been slurped up with the rest of the dirt. It was a strong vaccuum. I tried putting it on my cheeck, and it actually sayed. It kind of hurt.
