Marzipan

Nice, new cars have nothing on my 1990 Dodge Spirit. I got it for free because Alberta wouldn't let my brother keep it...something about the floorboards being hazardously rusted...but good ol' Saskatchewan doesn't judge anything by its cover! Marzipan has an engine that won't quit and a spirit that won't die, even in the face of life-threatening problems. For instance, almost a month ago I parked her in front of the house, and right away there was a lovely green river rushing along the curb and down the street. Upon lifting her hood, we discovered a large hole in the radiator through which my coolant was quickly and noisily escaping. Thankfully my uncle was able to fix it, and after borrowing Nate's car (which had a peculiar penchant for honking whenever I signaled right) for a week, I was able to get back behind the wheel of my war-wounded auto.
Shortly after this, I was rear-ended by an elderly gentleman who drove slowly away as if he hadn't noticed a thing. The yellow scars on my car's bumper will probably never heal on their own.
In the meantime, I had begun to notice a grinding noise every time I braked, but as I am just a stupid girl, I figured my brake pads were dirty. WRONG. They were gone. Dad was quite pleased to discover I'd let this problem continue for so long, and stayed up till 1:30 am before Easter Sunrise Service to fix it right up...as well as a few other issues he discovered while spending all day with my car.
Now she's running well, and I am thankful for everyone who makes my life with Marzipan go as smoothly as it does, considering how old and feeble she's become. It really is a group effort.

Yesterday, just to remind me not to get too comfortable with her, she decided to shed her rearview mirror.