Diego the prodigal son

When you ask most people what color their car is you expect a primary color such as red blue or maybe even orange, but if you were to ask me, I would have to say salmon because it’s not deep enough for red and not bright enough for pink, it truly is salmon that statement alone basically sums up not only my relationship with my baby Diego but also Diego himself. Sun bleached and battle scared from his sorted past on this earth he stands about four and a half feet tall with a gaping hole on the front ride side of his body just behind the tire. The boxy frame while one of his more welcoming features cannot compare to the warm and homie expansive interior that you can only truly experience if you enter one of the two luxurious doors. The upholstery is mixed and tattered gray cloth that has that dusty feel of a Goodwill couch. Which complements the ceiling well with its unique color that can be described as a mix between gray, green and tan. The ceiling itself is a masterpiece to rival all other structures, it is what I call the Sistine Chapel of the automotive world, the ceiling is so delicate that the lightest touch will puncture a hole in the padding, so it has naturally been decorated by many of the passengers who have had the honor of riding in the luxury vehicle that is my 1993 Ford Tempo. Yes the Ford Tempo with the famous automatic seat belts which are so safe that the car comes equipped with an emergency release lever in case of emergency. But you needn’t worry about that if you have the pleasure of being in my baby Diego because mine had to be removed by hand. But if you’re in the least bit nostalgic of those safety straps you needn’t fear because the metal loops to which they where fastened still hang at head level so in the event of an accident your head is softly cushioned with this metal safety device. However if you are one of those people who insist on always wearing a seat belt you can still ride in my car because it still has the ever lovable lap belt, which if you happen to be of the female variety and you’re in my car when an unfortunate collision happens you will most defiantly soil yourself.