Hazel.

While my car is in the shop getting fixed (and I'm selling my body to pay for the repairs), I've been driving around town in my parent's extra car. My great aunt had her license taken away last year (she's 96!) and my father decided to buy her car to have as a spare. This is not the first time I've had to drive this car, but it's certainly about time I took a photo for you to see...


She's a 1995 Chevrolet Corscia. White exterior, without a scratch or ding on it. Only about 68,000 miles, since my aunt only drove it around our one-square mile town. And with this interior...


 

...she's a smooth as a red velvet cupcake. Her name is Hazel. She's named after my aunt who owned her.

I didn't drive in high school, but I just know that if I did, and I had to drive around in a car like this, I would have been MOR-TI-FIED. Now? I love it. It freaks my freak. Whatever that means.

So, who wants to go for a ride? We have to listen to the radio though, there isn't even a cassette player.