My ever-leaking, constantly over-heating antifreeze. The temp gauge is almost always close to "red".

The smell of leaking anti-freeze on your engine is unique, disgusting, and alarming.

This dinger is what got me to Atlanta. Some lady rear-ended me in January, 2002. $650 later, Hotlanta.

She was totally at fault, and not paying attention. This lady emailed me every day for 2 weeks, wanting to know if I was alright.

The inside - from the outside.

Now that doesn't look half bad, don't you think?

A construction worker backed into me when I was working at Meadows Concrete. Minimal damage to the actual car, but I got $700 from his insurance.

Side note - I got about 5 calls from different attorneys, months later...wanting to know if I had recovered from my accident, and wanting to know if I had considered suing for medical costs. I wan't even in the car.

Mark had to break into my car when Pep Boys accidentally locked the keys in it.

Now the driver's side door won't unlock from the outside, the lock is broken. And this cloth panel will not go back into the door.

I have had this hose replaced 3 times. See how the box rests up against it? The strapping tape is our attempt to delay the next repair.

We had a pop can wrapped around this too, but I just noticed when I took this picture that it's fallen off.

Mark put this string in to help keep that box off of the sensitive hose.

It doesn't work. It's the most ridiculous design I've ever seen. Even the mechanics that have worked on my car scratch their heads at it.

Duct Tape holding the connection together so the a/c will work. Pep Boys broke this.

Unfortunately I still can't use the a/c because it heats up the engine and sends my temperature gauge into "oh-my-god" zone, and the car fills up with the smell of burning antifreeze.

Expired tags. The catalytic converter is trashed - no emissions, no tags. Notice the glue from my "I (heart) porn" bumper sticker that was stolen.

There is also a hole in the muffler. You can't imagine what my car sounds like when idling. The sickening smell of exhaust is constant.

The lighter doesn't work, so I keep chapstick in here.

But I still have the lighter that goes in this hole. That is amazing, I think.

The center console. Way broke, and jam packed with crap.

I have no idea how or when this broke. It was fine, then all of the sudden it was useless.

The junk inside the console.

My Rx, my checkbook (I have to write a $4 check for parking at work - every single day.) Pen, pennies, and the broken lighter.

Rear view mirror stuff. Purple stars, purple dice. And something that looks like a pig uterus from Fear Factor.

Katie gave me these dice for my birthday, and I treasure them. Mark found the purple stars at a yard sale.

Ever present puddle from my anti-freeze leak.

Or maybe it's oil. Regardless, it's present in every space I park in more than a few times. The stain isn't wet, it's buildup. From constant leaks.

My signature icon, a purple star.

There is a car dealership in town that uses a star as it's logo, and Im always thinking people think that's what this is.

This string is holding something together that Pep Boys broke.

Don't ever take your car there. I implore you.

I do have a pretty decent stereo.

I don't know what I would do without a good radio to listen to in traffic every day.

The tuneage rotation.

I'm listening to cd's 90% of the time in the car. These are all self-burned ones. Really really good music.

The Backseat.

Emma's car seat, a sweater, and a little trash.

The trunk - charcoal for bbq'ing, soda I'm hiding from the kids, an old hard drive, and some pc speakers I bought a long time ago and have never used.

There's also a bottle of shampoo, numerous grocery bags, and a pair of boots.