Oh Stella, my 2004 Honda Civic, where do I begin... You came into my life June 13, 2014 after owning a real lemon (Hyundai) and borrowing another (Subaru) for a year or so. You were a very welcome addition, giving me back my freedom and independence; helping me to get my groove back, hence your name. But, being a 10 year old car, you had your quirks. Yellowed headlights, a broken hood release replace by a DIY handle, some rust spots, some bumps and dents, and other usual wear and tear. But, nobody is perfect! We had a good first year, and then you started to let me down. First, stranding me at the ice cream parlor late at night, 6-7 months pregnant, DH away in Germany and late for my insulin. Your starter had stopped. CAA to the rescue, and a banana for me from the shop and a couple of long days shuttling back and forth to the garage ahead. Good times, not! I considered parting ways with you then, but I stuck by and paid extra attention to your complaints. After all, you were now re