If you didn't know Sven is my car.
Sven is in the car hospital because he failed his emissions test. Poor Sven, he has to stay until Friday at least. I am worried about him. Will they fix him? Will the mechanics make fun of him? Poor Sven has to be all alone. And now I have to rent this little Toyota, which I don't like at all and I MISS SVEN!! (pouting)
Sven's full name is Sven von Fjord (snicker snicker). Sven is a Ford Taurus. I have a little Vicking bobble-head on the dashboard, because that is what Sven would look like if he were a person (hee hee). Bobble-head Sven makes me giggle when I am driving, because his head bounces all the time.
I covered Sven's steering wheel in this lovely green furry fabric that looks vickingesque to me. Rachel says it looks like 60's shag carpet. I also covered the arm rest in the middle with the green fabric, because it was kind of worn out. And I am considering makeing Bobble-head Sven a cape out of the fabric. Rachel thought it would be a good idea.
Sven reminds me of Vimes. Sven takes care of me- and scares off all the other crazy drivers because he is a big, scary Viking. ARG!! But Sven is sick. And I am sad, and worried about him.