Otto is the name of my 1990 Pontiac 6000 LE station wagon. He used to be gray but now has smatterings of pink spray paint and stenciled pink stars on his hood, to be completed sometime soon, god willing. This simple pimping aside, my cross-country automotive companion is shitting out on me.

The list:
-rusted fuel line
-fallen right strut
-busted side mirror
-obnoxiously loud exhaust
-headlight issue
-fallen headliner fabric
-a/c to be recharged
-the smell, of course (caused by driving into a flood puddle I thought I could outsmart)
-general backseat clutter

I love mein Otto and I want to see him well again! When he finally dies, he will be twenty at 200,000 miles and very esteemed-looking! Wish me luck?