Meet Jerry

Sometimes Jerry is loud. Sometimes he is quiet. Sometimes I don't hear him at all. But let me back up and explain...

My '92 honda accord tends to have issues sometimes. Let me explain...I love my car. I am very thankful that my parents let me use it and for having as many miles as it does, its doin great!! But sometimes, it needs a little love. Over these past few weeks whenever I turned on my car it squealed. I'm not talking about some little squeal...I'm talking about a loud, annoying, high pitched squeal.

Andrew is a regular passenger in my car. I take him home from places a lot since he just lives a few minutes away. He birthed the thought of Jerry. One day, as I started my car and it began to squeal he said "STOP THAT JERRY!!" And ever since we called the squealing Jerry.

Jerry was fixed today. I took him to the car shop today after school, and his belts were tightened and he no longer exists. Sorry Andrew...Jerry is gone...and I am glad!!!

Now, I don't have to turn up my music, think over the squeals, and most of all go down the street constantly sounding like i'm squealing my tires or something.