Instant Access To 100,000+ Essays!

What a piece of junk! As I stand outside of my house on a cold February morning, I stare at my truck, a1992 Ford Explorer which looks like a big teal box with not a hint of a curve or a rounded surface except for the wheels. The antenna juts out of the hood like a sword, the sagging front bumper, and the numerous scratches, scrapes, and dents. Obviously this truck has seen better days. As I stare at my truck, my eyes fill with anger as I watch the oil drip, slowly like molasses. It oozes out from underneath the truck like blood. At this point, I don’t care if I’m late for s