Today, I mourn the loss of a valuable companion. She got me from A to B. She was simple and did her job. She encountered many problems through her life span and luckily I was able to afford to keep her going. Now, it is the end. My car's life is officially over. That piece of shit had a rough end, but made a valiant effort. It may have been a piece of shit, but it was my piece of shit. She almost made it an entire summer. Luckily today was my last day of work and I move back to school next week. Dear 1997 Chrysler Cirrus, we had some good times. R.I.P.