And it only gets worse.

My car was towed to the local Buick dealer. They estimate that it'll cost $1,300 to fix it--and they don't even know what's wrong with it. Needless to say, I'm not spending $1,300 to fix a seventeen year old car that, when it actually ran, I couldn't have sold for more than $1,300.

My Dad said he'd try to fix it. The operative word in that sentence is try.

I'm pretty much counting on having to dip into my dwindling savings to buy some clunker that won't last a year.