I got into a car accident two weeks ago. Nobody was injured and it was entirely the other party’s fault, so it was as good as it gets as far as car accidents go. Anyways, my dad decided to joke punish me by getting me a car. It is a Subaru from the eighties, it has 205 000 miles on it, and it is as loud as a dump truck driving through a nitroglycerin plant. It cost him five hundred dollars, which couldn’t even buy the clothes on my back. He thought making me drive this POS would be a great learning experience, but, maybe just to spite him, I’m enjoying the drive immensely.