We made it all the way to my street and only had to push it about ten houses to my driveway.
Pushing, pushing, pushing - with the occassional dash to the steering wheel to adjust - made us quite the spectacle.
"Hey! You need a new car?" One of our neighbours yelled at us from his driveway.
"Yeah, hahaha, she died alright." I joked back.
"$500, I'll sell you mine."
"Yeah, you interested?"
"Give me a second to put this heap in my driveway...I'll be right back."
After I parked my first car I jaunted back to this man's house to look at his car.
There sat a light blue 1991 Chevrolet Cavalier.
I really can't draw cars.
There were a few (see: crap-ton) rust spots, it was only a 2-door, and he was kind enough to mention the hole in the trunk...but it was $500...certified and E-tested...and my first car had just died.
So I increased the limit on my Visa, took out $500 and paid the man.
The car shop where he worked did the safety test. It was *wink* *wink* safe, but there were a lot of things close to not safe.
This covered their butts (supposedly) while allowing me to not have to pay for necessary repairs.
* * *
Six thirty in the morning.
Time to drive Scout to work, like every other day.
What a nice cold morning.
The frost on the windshield is fantastic!
It would be even more fantastic if there was a way for me to get it off.
Unfortunately the heater didn't work in the car...that meant no defrosting.
Illegal? I'm going to guess yes, but every morning I would roll my window all the way down; lean my head out to see; and drive.
* * *
The transmission started to die.
You know it's never a good sign when you have to manually shift an automatic car.
The occassional stall, but the damn thing still drove.
I had to get to work every day to pay rent...forget about car repairs.
* * *
We were driving the fourty-five minutes to go visit my Dad.
The car was acting unusually...sluggish...
It wouldn't accelerate past 80km/hr.
The way home was worse.
It wouldn't go past 60km/hr.
It appears (after the fact) that the emergency brake somehow engaged (I don't use it for regular parking) and wouldn't disengage, and promptly stayed set until the cable snapped.
On this lovely journey home - post cable snap - the car's exhaust system began to overheat.
Overheat may be an understatement.
The exhaust system became so hot that the steel lit up bright red and melted.
The molten pieces of steel then dropped off my car and splashed on to the road as I drove on unaware.
Unaware, until a kind motorist stopped me and pointed out the 8 foot tail of sparks I was leaving in my wake.
The exhaust system then proceeded to try and set my interior on fire.
After abandoning the car in a parking lot near the highway, I returned with my neighbour (car-buff) the following day.
The car ran perfectly.
* * *
Guess who's pregnant?
An unreliable, two door crap-heap doesn't seem like a good purchase any more.
The credit card is once again increased, and a budget set out for a new vehicle.
The stipulation being: sell this one first!
A friend of the upstairs neighbour's bought it.
I remember leaving for work the following day and having them stop me.
"Hey! The heater's not working, is it broken?"
"Hm? Oh, I don't know. I never drove it in the winter."