See how tough my car looks now?

Yeah. That's a starter button. It's an amazing jerry-rigged system wired through the door. I think it'll get me home. Despite my initial half-hearted desire to drive my car into the ground and sell it to a scrap yard en route, we've reached a certain détente. No, that's not strong enough. I've come to a place of great affection for her.

I told her I loved her for the first time back in the mountains of New Mexico. I don't want to have to abandon her now.