here engine, engine... where are you?...

My family has gone through various cars the past few years, each car has had his own assorted and distinct personality. All through these various personalities my family has named, maimed, and terrorized each to a different extent, and slowly but shirly each has extracted payment with a satisfied vengeance on my family.
 I will start my narrative of past events beginning three cars ago. The first was the bean burrito: true to its name this car would not be imagined cruising through streets, hood down while being driven by a suave Kelvin Kline model.. No, this car would sludge through dark alley's, while being driven by a chuckling maniac, who is running over a young child's prized beach ball. The burrito inflicted much misery on my family as it had no floor, windows, or working brakes. We never knew when the brakes would come to a screeching halt, and my family would have to pull a Flintstones moment to try to stop the car(if you don't understand this you are a deprived child and need to look up that show). Nevertheless my family only drove this car in dire situations, and had to expel it from our repertoire after one particular vacation when the engine decided to take a leave of absence.
The next clunker was the rat. (named by my father) This car snuck through yards running over bikes and assorted lawn ornaments, whether there was a driver in the car or not. The rat was slightly better than our last, as it had a floor and working brakes, but it still had its quirks. The right window would spontaneously stop working, the locks would giggle maniacally and unlock right as the creepy guy was walking by our car, and the radio never failed to randomly turn on and blast out Katy Perry at the worse times. Like when you are talking to your pastor on the phone about Bible studies....
 And last but not least we have our most recent conquest, Alejandro... This car is a red sheek Saturn view, and unlike our other cars it has no unusual quirks other than it actually runs right. After the first two days of un-flawed driving, Alejandro succeeded in shocking my family in solemn silence, which is a rare occasion for my family. He still had not shown any personality traits that would  give reason for our insurance to break out in a cold sweat, but you never know. There is always time for mishap to make an appearance with his giggling comrade distress, with little Mr. injury just tagging along.