If my body was a car, I would be trading it in for a newer model. I have bumps, dents & scratches, and my headlights are out of focus...

My gearbox is seizing up & it takes me hours to reach maximum speed.....

I overheat for no reason, and find every time I sneeze, cough or laugh, my radiator leaks, or my exhaust backfires...

Hey River, can you identify with this too?

heh heh

Identify?? He don't need no stinking identify. It aint called River Syndrome for nuthin.

You are both right on the money, however I would add that my tires are flat and the brakes are mushy.

I like it, the River Syndrome,

Thanks,

River

The paint on mine has faded really bad to a much lighter color and then the top is going silver even. Somehow it seems to be too.getting heavier too.

If MY body was a car.... IT WOULD BE A BOAT!! And probably a submarine at that. (I just can't do nothin rite, ya know?)

great idee this.

if i was a car.

I had been a italian sports car.

extream power.

but wit hiden problems that make it break. at any given time.

a few hours sorting it out. And agein you fly away. just sitting with a funny smile. and wait for the next breakdown.

there are a norwegian song.

About a car. that say a lot.

i had a saab a a sharming thing with oli leak and hard to drive. with the padel's plased uneven with the seat. and in the bout just fit for a hat.

Then i had a french car. the french people make the stranges cars. that rust and shaking uneven. in the end i was left with a bag full of tools, that no one els have.

So the i got my self a english car. i drived around with a funny smile, driving on the wrong side of the streat. the window washer denied to work. so there i was stuck with angine fail.

Then i buyed my self a large desoto. it was gliming in the sun. like a wedding phote. I started it up s saturdat night. it was smile all up to the administration of shell. 100 meters with the speed to the floor. then the thank was emphty.

So i got my self a italian car. O my god how italians GO. A insane moment on the car. for a litle wail. and the the sandman came.

So i got my self a new english car, you may call me anglofil. i drived agein with the sunshaddes on and a fullish smile. the fuzzes blowed every second mail.

And then i finaly understood it all. the definishion of a english mile!!

it is a longer then a hare is jumping. and its just as far as you can go before the car is stoping.

Actually the thought of being a car reminds me of that Johnny Cash song.

River

Screw cars... I'd be Nausicaa's mehve... because I'm all about peace, happiness, and personal expression, I love being smooth and sleek, I'm round in the middle, and I always have my head in the clouds.

The motor is losing power and is finding some manner to store gasoline

in inaccessible side packs.

If I was a car it would probably be a Corvair.

Unsafe at any speed.