I drive an older car ('89 Dodge Shadow with no AC and a slow oil leak.) It’s more important that we have the kids in private school, so this is no sacrifice to me.
On my way to work this morning, I had a bit of a scare when my car stalled while driving and I was unable to push the brakes down to stop the car. I had to slam the car into park, causing the car behind me to almost hit me. I started the car and it stalled again. I restarted the car, gunned the engine, and got to work safely.
This makes me very nervous, because it was rush hour and we can’t afford a new car.
I told Ivylad about it, we bemoaned our finances for a bit, then I went on tending to work stuff.
I get a call on my cell right before my lunch was over, and it was Ivylad. He is in the parking lot right now, digging at my engine, trying to ascertain the problem. He didn’t want me to drive home if the car was acting up.