RIP Dyna

In Memoriam of my 1988 Dodge Dynasty, and best friend of 2 years, Dyna:

You were a piece of crap. Your AC didn't work and your windows took twelve years to roll up and down (which was especially fun in the blazing hot Sacramento summer).

Your speakers were constantly crackling and fading in and out. My taste in music is so bizarre that people often didn't say anything, and assumed it was recorded fuzzily on purpose.

You had a massive hole in your power steering fluid compartment, meaning:

A) I had to refill you with new fluid every month, like clockwork
B)If I didn't refill you, you would become incredibly screechy, loud, and stubborn in an ass-like fashion.
C)You leaked EVERYWHERE YOU WENT. I didn't feel safe anywhere but the slimiest of streets. I was terrified of visiting a nice neighborhood and being labeled as "that girl who ruined our driveway"

Your bright red couch seating was obscene, even if it was extremely comfortable.

You looked like a pimp in the 90s should be filling your trunk with blow and hookers (he probably could've fit alot in there, your trunk was very large and handy)

Your hideous long car nose, the pride of all respectable cars made in the late 80s, made parking you a nightmare. Although, it did stop my face from smashing into the bumper of giant dodge ram on the night you died...

WHO AM I KIDDING I LOVE YOU, YOU TERRIBLE FAILURE OF A CAR.

I thought no one would ever hold a candle to my love for Frampton, a 1990 Geo Prism, and your predecessor...

...but now I know better.