The mechanic found that the undercarriage was bent, the car won't shift and that there were twisted components all over the place. In order to get that fixed, I would have to take it to a body shop, and that would be prohibitively expensive. Furthermore, it is the sort of damage that a car doesn't ever really recover from.
So she is being scrapped.
The necessary arrangements were made, but I needed the title, which is, of course, in New York. The only person who has the keys to my apartment is Tim. I called him to ask him if he could get my title and overnight it to me. He told me that he would get it and bring it up to me... and, by extension, give me a ride home.
That's a friend.
So, I am now without a car once more. It has been quite a while, and while it is certainly not the worst thing in the world (I live in New York, after all) it certainly puts a damper on my mobility.
It goes a bit deeper than that, though. I mean, yeah, I loved that car, but it must also be remembered that the reason I bought it was because it is the kind of car that runs for a very long time. It was a security. That no longer exists now, and unless I have some sort of windfall, I won't be able to afford a decent car until a few months back at work.
If I get a temporary job, however, I may be able to afford a clunker that I can use for the time being.
I loved that car, damn it.