By a wire
My driver’s side car mirror, my entire car mirror, was hanging by a wire today. I feel that the Buick’s life is nearing an end. I took her in for an oil change and was told she really needed $700 in repairs. That’s about half of what I paid for her two years ago, so it seems like it ain’t worth it. But the sentimental value… well, I never thought I’d be this attached to a car. But that car was the only place I could scream at the top of my lungs; sing my heart out; drive as fast as I dared or as slow as I wanted, even when everything else seemed completely out of my control.