My New Whip

Hello fellow aliens and humans alike, Crystal here, to engage you in the mediocrities of my life.  Ahh, the time has come when we all must leave the coop.  But in this case, I didn't leave the coop, I just added a member into the family.  And when I say member, I mean, new whip!  She's a beaut'! However, the reason of this post is not to brag about how unique this vehicular device is, but rather--to shout to the heavens how frustrated and crazy I was today.

Ye whip, thoust manual.  (I learned to drive stick 2 days ago at 11pm, go figure).  So when I tried to drive my chariot up the driveway, I stalled. I cursed and waved my arms frantically.  I started the vehicle again, and once more tried to maneuver up the steep driveway.  STALLED again.  I restarted and stalled my engine so many times, I started to smell something burning.  I then decided I would wash my car in it's current position...halfway in my driveway and halfway out the street.  I walked out of the car and sadly looked at my strange parking job.  Who in their right mind would wash their car when it was half out of the street?  I then proceeded to throw a small fit.  I jumped up and down in circles and yelled "WHY ME?!"  The neighborhood squirrel just rolled its eyes at me.  I then gathered my car washing materials (sponge, bucket and dish soap) and lifted the hose ready to pre-rinse my vehicle.  At this moment, my mom called me and asked if I could drive her to the BART the next morning.  I then proceeded to tell her, how can I drive her?...when I couldn't even drive up our own driveway.  I heard her shake her head and cackle as I hung up the phone.  Then, something within my heart sparked--a burning desire to accomplish this seed of frustration and doubt.  I jumped back in my vehicle, pressed on the clutch, rev'd the engine and released the e-brake! I drove perfectly into my driveway, with the front wheel just millimeters away from the garden hose! just kidding.  I stalled 3 more times, but I finally got up the driveway, running over my sponge.  I had to reverse, relocate the sponge and try it again.  Four hours later, I washed, vacuumed and clorox-wiped every inch of that car imaginable.  I still need to polish the spare though.  And the final result, is my whip.  I'm in the process of giving her a name.  I want something fierce and womanly.  I mean, what kind of girl drives such a beast?

<3C