My window rolled down and I felt the stress of the day roll off of me. A smile stole its way onto my face and my problems seemed, if only for moments, to be miles and miles behind me. The wind whipped my carefully arranged hair about my face and for once I didn't care. The engine grumbled and it was the most beautiful sound... a sound I remember all too well worrying I would never hear again. I slid my arm out the window and spread my fingers out. I caught some wind.
Stella has a new engine. She also has leaky windows, headlights that won't work right, a squeaky wheel, a broken radio, and turn signals that don't light up. But she's got us, and we're going to make her amazing.
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