The car I've known my entire life has been deemed unsafe... so it's going to get traded in for something else... Like, no kidding, I'm crying so much right now. First car both my sister and I ever been in, the car my sister got to drive, the car I first got to drive (just an hour and a half ago)... it's done.
Apparently, the rust on the underside has gotten bad enough that the straps holding in the gas tank could give [at any moment]. It's already to the point that most repairs would not be done and just get it totalled because it's worth is squat.
1994 Buick Regal, bought by my parents on Halloween of the preceding year. The thought of the possibility of it getting pounded is unbearable. The tightness in my throat...
The "Huey"-car...