I drive an oatmeal box held together by a rubber band.
Yeah, it's an old dodge caravan, courtesey of my Mom, who now has a much newer car. It's also been called "the muel" because of the letters MUE in the license plate, or "the whale" due to the fact that it's big, light blue, and can squirt water out of the top if the rear washer jet's aimed right.
Suffice to say, I've never been one to care about cars.
Go Moon!
