Prince Humperdink (Not the Movie Character)

Sitting out in my driveway is an old '92 Dodge Grand Caravan. If you were to see it driving down the road, you'd probably think, "What a hunk of junk." There's rust showing on the back, paint spots missing on the hood, and it just has that "old car" look to it.

I love it.

Thanks to my boyfriend, I decided to name it Prince Humperdink. It's white, it's roomy, and there's something nameless about it that pulls me in. Maybe it's the allure of having my bona fide 'first car.' This will certainly make the commute from home to school and back more interesting.

Already, plans to really make it mine are forming. Some car decorations, like a steering wheel cover and some seat covers, are in order. Probably after posting this blog, I will pick the official back-seat stuffed animal. My high school grad cap tassel is already hanging from the rearview mirror--a practice that is illegal in the sense that filesharing is illegal. (Also, is it illegal in all states, or just Kentucky? Hanging things from the rearview mirror, that is.)

Of course, the vehicle has its flaws, but nothing that I can't work around until they are fixed (or I end up with a different vehicle on my hands anyway). The air conditioning is faulty while actually driving; sitting still, it works just fine. The sliding door will come off if you try to open it, but one can easily climb into farther back seats via the passenger door. Also, the anti-lock brakes are going out, but (1) that will be fixed soon (I think) and (2) the brakes themselves work.

But hey, I'm not complaining. I didn't buy the van, and I'm not paying for gas. I'll take what I've got. It gets me to school, the library, friends' homes, and just about anywhere else. So I'll drive it and be content that I can chill to conservative talk radio as the road flies beneath me.

So, here's to Prince Humperdink, my humble chariot.