How do I describe such a creature of unique quality. My little Nissan I am pretty sure drove with dinosaurs. Shes mostly baby blue except for the driver door and the rust we painted over with gray paint behind the rear tires. She doesn't like to accelerate, she reeves like she is going ninty, but hip hops to twenty. If you press the break too hard when stopping she might die. When you so break you have to turn the wheel to the left because she always wants to choose the right. Her radio actually has nobs which you physically have to turn in order to tune it and when you change the volume it sometimes affects the way the station comes in so you have to reajust the tuning nob. The previous owner must have been a very large/fat person because the right side of the seat is bent and sunk in as if someone pushed on it until they could fit their leg/body to hit the gas and break petal. Oh, and she only has two seat belts in the back Her windshield whipper don't work. If you roll down any window you have to make use the car is stopped so you can open the door and us two hands (one to push the glass up the other to make sure the black stuff around the window isn't in the way) to close it. If you open the passenger window it doesn't roll down it fall off its track in the front exposing a small space along its backside and one on the tippy top of the window. Betty some times blows hot air, but only on the floor and you have to have been driving her for at least ten minuets.
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