So here's a story for you all! A while back, I got myself a 2000 Isuzo Rodeo, used. Car seemed to be in pretty decent shape, drove well, paid the guy, all seemed well and good. Being the helpless dork that I am, I immediately dubbed it 'Rodeo' (only pronounced Ro-DEY-o, to make fun of the fact that I mispronounce words. A lot.), and a Junkion as well. Because you guys can have all the Autobot and Decepticon cars you want, I dare to be stupid. (Apparently more literally than I first thought.) While out driving, I noticed that, hey! That is odd, the temperature is way up in the red this is not a good thing! I check the fluid levels, antifreeze is -bone dry-. This is after the guy who sold it to me mentioned topping off all the liquids. I figure that there might be a leak that he didn't know about or somesuch, but shell out the cash for antifreeze and voila, temperature is back to normal. 'Sall good, right? Right. Later, I take it to Jiffy Lube for an oil change. They mention that the antifreeze is a bit low, but they can't tell if there's a leak. And there's no real sign of a leak, either - no drops when I'm parked, temperature holding fine, no check engine light. I shake my head, and whip out my AWESOME procrastination powers - if the temperature starts messing up again, take it to a mechanic. Otherwi-oh, hey. The check engine light went on. Screw it, I'm going on that 300 mile trip I've been planning for a month or so. Aside from noting that the wheel's a bit bumpy, the driving part of the trip is fine! And, hey, guess what. There's another Jiffy Lube down in Tennessee where I was heading. They top off my oil, I bring up the check engine light, they check it and mention the EGR valve, but that there doesn't seem to be a leak in the radiator. Cool, thanks dudes, time to go ahead for those last 15 miles to my friend's place. About five miles away, there's a LOUD noise, the power steering locks up, the brake light comes on, the battery light comes on, I go "OMGWTFBBQ" and pull over to the side of the road. Thankfully it's not a busy street and it's late at night so I can pretty much just pull into a driveway...that turns out to be into a closed mechanic's lot. (I think Primus was trying to tell me something at this point.) Popping the hood, I start cursing the lack of light until a pair of cops show up and do me the favor of pulling out flashlights. Apparently? A tension/pulley froze. And my drive belt broke. Cue me kicking the wheel of Rodeo. ("JUNKIONS ARE SUPPOSED TO REPAIR THEMSELVES!") I manage the last five miles without power steering, chill with my friend, and on the morrow, go to the auto repair shop. Including a new drive belt, EGR valve cleaning, new alignment, new TIRES (because guess what, that wheel jerkiness? Tires were eated.), everything comes out to over 1k in cost. Here I am back in Ohio, with a now smooth-driving Rodeo. But, still. I'm half tempted to rename this car 'Glitch'...what do you folks think?