Nothing bad happened to me while driving ... it was the car itself. No, it wasn't a Mustang either
. It was 1997 Saturn SL2. See, I had to borrow my parents car tonight to get something in town, it was blocking me in. I had driven that thing for a good many years before I bought mine. I know that the seats, size, horse power, stereo, material quality, and just about everything are not what I'd like. But that wasn't the problem, because its all familiar to me. No, the problem is the exhaust. Namely the exhaust clamp that broke off recently, which was there to fix a hole
. The sound is horrendous. I would rather listen to a ricer fart can, its less obnoxious. I think I coasted about 20x more than I had my foot on the gas, simply to keep the noise down. I felt like an idiot when I started it up in the parking lot because everyone around saw that it was
me who made all that noise. Driving around, people just noticed the car but couldn't really see it was me at the wheel. I don't know how anyone could stand driving it like that but my Dad doesn't seem to be in much of a rush to get it fixed.