The Wonderous Tales of Margot the Destroyer (2012 Nissan)

    My very first and currently only car is a silver 2012 Nissan Versa. 

    Her name is Margot the Destroyer. She was a gift from my now aunt. She is also a hunk of metal held together by dreams and hope.

    Margot is everything to me, don't get me wrong. She was completely free on top of that, which is a steal. But she's also seen two college tours before me and has been through more oopsie daisies than are decent. 

    My aunt got her as a solid base model. Yet, Olga splurged on one thing and one thing only, remote start. However, actually using the remote start is an entirely different story. The minute you try to do it, the engine sputters and the car dies instantly. So yea, we don't use the remote start.

    Being a base model has meant that Margot has zero(0) frills. I'm honestly shocked she didn't have manual roll down windows. Margot did not come with the fancy shmancy mirrors on the sun visors, or even the sun visors that extends. She has the lamest radio in the world and I am honestly blessed to have an AUX port.

    Margot has no insulation or sound proofing. Which means there is no such thing as a smooth and quiet ride in her. The sound I can deal with, there's nothing a AUX cord and a very well made Spotify playlist can't handle. If you play music over the problem noises they don't exist, right? Yet, the issue with that problem means that driving on speed limit over a centimeter deep pot hole sounds - and feels - like you've hit a deer going sixty.

    Her headlights are so dim I barely see any difference between them on or off. There are more dents on her softly shining body than there are areas without them. Only one or two may have been my fault. Maybe 3. 

    I did add on one frill though, a brandy spanking new backup camera hooked up to my rearview mirror. Which then sprung up two more issues in its place. Now that the view problem was fixed, there is suddenly an issue with my entire car having better condensation inside the car than your local greenhouse. Along with this fun fact: my radio doesn't work in reverse anymore.

    So yeah, Margot is running on sunshine and rainbows and the desperate hope to make it from one place to the other. But she does. She runs and she has automatic locks and windows and I could never be more thankful. She has made it through hell and back and is making me get through it too. 

    Now all I have to worry about is the journey to and from my car, not the journey itself.