The Tracker

Sara and I share a car and that has worked out great over the past 4 years. I hate to drive and she likes to be in control. Well since it is the summer, I decided to come home and spend time in the big ol' metropolis of Bellville. She stayed in College Station and for a while, I was without a car...and then I started going to summer school.

Originally, my dad planned to get a jeep as a hunting car to take to the woods. He looked at a 1973 jeep and decided to that it wouldn't be worth it to get it inspected and make a few repairs...like fix a hole in the floor boards where the center console would have gone. It's a good thing that my uncle is a car dealer...he set us up with a Chevy tracker. Now as a hunting car, this car would be just perfect. But since I need a car to get to school, this is what I am driving.

The other day I tried to take the top off but could only get half of it off. So I drove for about 5 miles holding onto part of the top to keep it from flapping in the wind. Then my arm got tired so I pulled over and tried to fix it but couldn't...20 miles and one sore arm later, I was finally home.

I think the thing that I hate most about it is the sound that it makes. Because I couldn't get the top on right, there is a place for the air to come in. So when I drive down the road, it sounds like you are strapped onto the top of a jet taking off. Not that I have ever done that, but I am sure that's what it would be like. That's not the only noise of the car though. The breaks and tires are sqeeky so pulling up to a stop sign is a real treat for the ears. My dad says that it turns on a dime...which is true, but the tires screech so bad that you don't want to turn at all. There is of course the radio...that might be pleasant if you can hear it over the jet taking off, the breaks, tires, and the static.

On my way to pick up my dog in College Station tonight I got a cramp in my right leg from having to push the pedal so hard. I think I started to get the cramp when I tried to pass a truck and trailor that pulled out in front of me. As a result, I drove thiry minutes with my left foot and my right leg hanging over onto the passenger seat. No pick up whatsoever!

I guess I shouldn't be complaining though. It gets me from one place to the other and for now, that's all that I need.