Car

My car is white.  It's a 1996 Lincoln Continental but it drives like a 1989 Geo Metro.  When I got in it this morning, I listened to it growl at me as the hydraulics worked their magic.  As soon as it was done I turned my key in the ignition and listened to my car start and stop.  I turned the key again and revved the engine a little, it stayed on.  My radio wasn't working, I pounded on the dash to try and get some noise, all I heard was my fist pounding on the dash.  The clock light was too dim to read so I took out my phone to see what time it was, I dropped it between the center console and the drivers seat.  I slid my hand down the thin crack to retrieve my phone and my fingernail got caught on the lip of the metal underneath my seat, it bent back and began to bleed.  I got my phone.  I looked over to see that I still hadn't shut my door, so I shut it.  The door made a loud noise, as if something inside of it was loose.  I opened the door and shook it, it clanked, something inside of it was loose.  I shut my door again, I started my car again, I buckled up again.  The service engine light was on, I popped the trunk, took out my longboard, and began riding down the street.