I have a new car! She's a '99 (I think? Possibly a '97) Buick Century. She's burgundy. And she is MOST DEFINITELY a she. The previous owner was a smoker, so she smells like cigarette smoke, and there are cigarette burns in the carpet and the seats, and the back speaker rattles on the bass notes in some of my music, BUT SHE'S MINE! I'M FREE! I CAN (sort of) GO WHEREVER I WANT AGAIN!
P.S. In case you couldn't tell, I've named her Gertrude. Hence, the title of this entry.