Sheldon's Last Leg.

As many of you know, I am attending school in Idaho right now and I do not have my car with me. My car is home in Missouri and it seems that every time I come home I find out something new about him. And by new I mean something that wasn't broken before is now broken. My car seems to be on his last leg. I decided to post up his many medical problems because I thought it was funny. Funny and expensive.


This is Sheldon, my '96 Buick Skylark. He may look fine, but really he is very very sick.


The trunk -as you can see- won't shut. My brother John took a wire to the inside of it and somehow managed to hook it to the bottom of the car to keep in somewhat shut.

This is the steering column. Of all the things wrong with it, this I think is the worst. When you sit in the driver's seat the steering wheel is literally in your lap. The car turns and all that, but the column can't decide if it wants to stay put or not. My brother John also took a bright orange string to this to keep it still.


This is the Glove Compartment. The previous owner stuck a clump of paper in the opening which managed to keep the compartment shut. That is -until you decided to open it. Once open, the paper would fall, and the door would hang open. And that reminds me of another thing. When the door is open you can see that there are actually a couple of drink holders on the inside. How strange is that? I mean, who in the world would want to use them??

This tire (at least, I think it's this tire) is bigger than all the others. Which makes it wobbly to drive. In my absence my brother John has taken good care of Sheldon. He's patched it up and fed it gas and, surprisingly, it's still running. He has been a really good doctor. Thank you Dr. John!