Here's a cut and paste from my LJ about WHY I'm replacing the mirror:

So I was on Chicot Rd. going to school this morning, I woke up late and so I was trying to speed my way there. This older ghetto sled car (unknown model, goddamnit!) was in front of me doing 35, I tried to pass him on the bridge twice and both times he swerved in my lane. So I rode his ass, honked, flashed lights (tried to make it look like I was trying to get to the hospital so he'd pull over or something) and flipped me off so I flipped him off and we got to the 4 lane part on Chicot and he threw a rock at my car and broke a huge hole in my mirror (not the glass part, the opposite side where it's pained the color of my car), i figured he hit my door so I wasn't that messed up about it (because I was late for class, I HAD to get to class), so I get there and I notice there's a huge hole in the mirror. I was so pissed. . . I should've followed him, I should've done something period because he threw something at my car. . . I was late and in a hurry. I know what kind of car it is, and I know the dude lives in East End. I will find him and I will make sure his car never runs again.