Ye olde car in general.

Just weeks after a car repair, I found myself praying I'd make it to the shop before my car died.

Whether it was battery or alternator, I did not know, but a friend had to jump my car, tow trucks were involved, a prayer-laced drive across town in rush hour traffic, a few roll-and-gos because too much stopping made the car sputter, and finally sliding into a parking spot at the garage where my electric window wouldn't roll up.

I described the incident to my friend. "I thought you just got the car fixed?"

"Oh, you know how it is with Chrysler owners," I said. "You practically have to check underneath the car every morning to see what else has fallen off."

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