Dora, the attack vehicle

Dear readers - who would have known that a vehicle, an inanimate object, could be so wicked?  I am here to tell you my woeful tale, that ends in injury. So fair warning, this may be disturbing to some people.

It all started one sunny, warm summers day - you know the kind, bees buzzing - the sky blue and beautiful, children laughing...so warm in fact that you decide to roll you window down low and use your hand to surf the breeze as you are motoring along..  I was innocently doing such a thing, I had my hand out the window.  We had just dropped Geneva's friend off and I had placed the crook of my arm on the window sill of Dora and we drove off.  Thats when Dora snapped from being mild mannered, sweet and reliable Ford Explorer to a snarky b*#!@..... we were no more than 2 seconds from the house and she snapped shut her locking mechanisim jamming my tender flesh in it.  Of course, the vehicle was loaded to the gunnels with Mr Big, Geneva and her two pals so I was careful in my selection of language to express my displeasure at Dora and my agony and having my flesh peeled from my bone:

 "GOD DAMN IT I HATE THIS CAR"

Strangely, the car ride back to the park seemed quiet after that....