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Well, for the first time in my life since I was twenty years old, I don't own a car. I tried to mess with this thing to get it running and slapping a new throttle position sensor on did nothing; it sounded like I was getting no fuel, and I honestly just gave up. Told a friend who's an expert in these if he could get it fixed, he could have it, as long as he made sure he gave it to a queer person who needed a car when he was done with it. He got it working and it's basically immediately going to a queer person who needs it. I'm glad it's going to get used; it still needs CV axles (and a bunch of other stuff probably) and I just do not have the space to work on a car, and I don't want to dump service-payment-level cash into a car that has rust holes in every body panel and a hacked up wiring harness. 

This car, as far as I am concerned, had one purpose in my life, which was to get me out of Idaho before I killed myself there. It accomplished that, and for that, I commend it. I could have maybe made $200 scrapping it but I'd rather someone else get more use out of it; maybe it will save someone else's life. 

So now I'm an automotive journalist who mostly walks and takes the bus and train, which is pretty funny. I do not know if I will ever form another sentimental attachment to a car again, honestly. I definitely kind of miss owning a car, but I would really, really like to wait to buy something until I can afford something nicer than a pile of shit. I am so tired of only owning the absolute cheapest whatever I can find, and I don't mind walking a lot, and I have friends that let me borrow their cars. I am going to try to make myself hold out until I can someday afford something half decent.

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Daria Phoebe Brashear

I feel this story in my bones. I had a car like that, a hand me down that i was told i'd get a few months from, that only finally fell apart after pulling me out of not one, but two, places i wasn't gonna make it if i stayed. I patched up the body with pieces of metal from a hollow metal stud and a pop rivet gun, but the eventual crack in the exhaust manifold wasn't even what did it in: the rear sway bar ceased to have anything to attach to. at least you got to pass it along to someone. in my case, that car died, but its successor went to someone in need in similar circumstances (fix it, and pass it on. the person i passed it to for fixing was the runner-up in the last mayoral campaign here)

Tran Girlismo (& Victoria Scott)

I just hope this car has a few more rescues in it, because the motor is strong. the rest of the car is just very, very old lol. I'm so glad your car got you out though, what was it?

Gemma Watson

I had a little Toyota van like this - before I got my much loved hiace. Sometimes s**tboxes can be escape pods