Day Three Without a Car Door Handle

So, I don't think I've ever mentioned my car, but let me. It cost my parents anywhere from free to maybe 1400 bucks. I like my car enough that I tolerate most of its annoyances. For example, there are massive chuncks ripped out of the steering wheel. Also, where you snap the seat belts in is kind of cracked on one, and broken on the other. In short, it looks like the previous owner transformed into a werewolf in this car and then beat the shit out of it.
My car is very tiny. I am a very short person and even I feel kind of cramped when I'm in my car. When there are other people in it I get kind of clausterphobic.
The radio sucks. Hard. It gets two channels on it, so I had to buy a ridiculously expensive ipod hookup, stick it in the lighter thingie and listen to my ipod. Well, my ipod had shit for music on it, so I had to go onto itunes and buy more music. My brother calls it my hippie/indie bullshit music. I just think he's mad because he can't cry and cut himself to the tempo.
One day, for no reason other than it sucks, the speaker on the driver side popped out. Spontaneously, as though it were working up the momentum to do it for weeks and finally thought it was the right time. And what was under the speaker? Cardboard. So, not only is my car kind of shitty, but it just told me that if I am ever in an accident in this car, I am dying. I'm not talking about a sixty-mile an hour crash, either. I'll just be obliterated in that. A fender bender will likely cause my car to fold up and crush me to death in it.
Another thing about my car is that it violently shakes if I go over 65 miles an hour. And I mean it shakes like I'm about to launch into space. For a while I was afraid that that meant my car was going to explode, but then I realized it was too big of a pussy to do that. It just shook for the hell of it. Shook and whined. My car makes the loudest whines when I drive. Like, "Stoooooooooooop! Go park me somewhere and walk, you fat ass! Let me rest!"
Also, the check transmission light on my car has been on since I got it. The mechanic we got it from said that the problem was that the sensor is slightly cracked and I should be more concerned if the light turned off.
Lastly, three days ago today, I pulled off my car door handle. I put my key in the key hole, turned it (all is normal), and then go to open the door. And the handle comes clear off, save for a small chunk in the right corner. I'm surprised. Usually the door handle stays on the car, but not in mine. I am so surprised that I stumble backwards and topple over (waking everyone in China) and land maybe an inch from falling in the ditch on the side of the house.
My dad saw the whole thing, laughed and said he could fix it. Great. It only took him about TWO YEARS to fix the fan in the den, so fingers crossed this gets done by the time I gradutate college.