Story of my life.

Last summer my dad bought me a SAAB. I was so excited. I even named it Colby. When I brought it to school, it began acting up. The battery died within the first week of use and it got hit 3 times just when it was parked! I knew there was bad luck attached to this vehicle. My dad however, a car connoisseur and mechanic in his spare time, was obsessed with it and bought 3 identical ones, all containing something wrong with them so he could transfer the parts and create one ultimate SAAB. Within a few weeks into summer, I was involved in a car accident and totaled Colby. I was given the new SAAB, created from different pieces of different SAABs. My dad is an amazing man but I was still nervous to drive this car. So this past week when I was driving it on its first long trip down to New Jersey to play some Ultimate and then see Passion Pit it began to overheat. No, it did not overheat halfway through the trip, it overheated 15 minutes into the trip. Of course something happens the second I am trying to get out of Newburgh. I had to call a tow truck to pick me up on the New York Thruway which is terrifying if you are stopped on the shoulder with 18-wheeler's flying by you. The truck towed me back to Newburgh. Luckily, my mom lent me her car but I still I arrived late for the game and had to go through all of that JUST to leave Newburgh. I swear something is making me stay here.