This made me smile a little because it brought back a favorite memory:
My Mother had always wanted a little sports car, and once the last of her eight kids left home she traded in the old wagon on a brand new Triumph Spitfire. That baby was bee-you-tee-ful: bright red, convertible top, black-and-white checked interior.
Feelin' like a million bucks, she pulled out of the dealer lot...and before she got more than a few blocks the drivers side mirror fell off. THE WHOLE MIRROR! Naturally the dealer apologized all over the place and fixed it lickety-split. Little did we know that this was the first of a long line of mysterious ailments that car suffered from...but did she ever have fun with it!