I was driving to work today and wanted to send quick Facebook message to a UGA recruit's cousin whom I friended on Facebook last week, so I pulled off the side of the road (safety first). When I re-cranked the car and went to put it into drive, it made this god-awful noise and eventually just crapped out.
It's an automatic, but I like to change it back and forth to the lower gear while I'm driving, especially when I want to impress someone who is riding with me. Apparently, four years years of doing that have taken it's toll and the transmission is completely shot. It will cost more to fix it than the car's worth.
It's a really sad day for me. That car - a snow white convertible that I bought in a drunken stupor after we beat Florida in ‘07 - was an extension of my personality. Now I'm stuck borrowing my aunt's Corrolla until I can figure out what the hell to do.