Caroline seemed unconcerned, but it was a very bleak day. Cheryl's car died on Saturday, and was repaired for less than we thought this morning. Unfortunately, I figured it would be a good time to get my car looked at because it was wobbling badly whenever we went above 50, which is pretty much all the time. It turned out the rack and pinion are going bad, and will cost obscene amounts to fix, so it's time to find another car. And my car, with 160,000+ miles on it, was expected to outlast Cheryl's horrible Jetta. And I wanted to give it to Caroline when she got her license in 14 or so years. Oh well.