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There has been another vehicular death. The Stupid Car shall be towed tomorrow to a mechanic and, if the repairs are less than 500$, there shall be a fixing. I am nearly hoping that the repairs are more than 500, because the last time I put that amount into a car, it repaid me by cruising through an intersection, seeming to be entirely unaware that when I stepped on the brake, that meant STOP! I was never able to drive it after that, got all paranoid and scared of it, and if such a thing were to happen again I would give up driving entirely and go back to the not-leaving of my house for months on end.

However, not repairing the Corsica means driving my mother's ancient standard something-or-other, or depending on her for rides and considering that she lives two towns over...yeah. *sigh*

I have to wonder sometimes--what did I do to the Car Gods in a previous life? Really! What heinous crime against automobiles did I commit? If someone would just tell me, I'd totally repent and there'd be a million acts of contrition--just to make the bad luck stop!

*wanders off to eat ice cream and mope*