There is a scene in the movie "The Blues Brothers". They had been evading the police on a long chase to Chicago. The car had been through a lot, but they were on "a mission from God". At the end of the chase, they stop in front of a building, and the car falls apart. That pretty much happened to my Ford Maverick.
It had survived a wreck; a beer run; 2 1/2 round trips from Columbia to Ft. Worth; and numerous other ailments, but it had gotten me home. Then, it fell apart. My father and I got it to the Dick Smith dealership, and the first words out of the salesman's mouth were: "How did you get back home?" It was on a wing and a prayer.
It was time to trade it in for another car. They were willing to take back the Maverick for parts. I looked at cars and found a Datsun 210. It was sort of an orange/brown color. It was smaller and lighter than the Ford, but it was perfect for me. My father had to cosign the loan for the car, and I had to make monthly payments of $167/mo. to start, but it was so worth it. It had 4 doors, which was 2 more than the Maverick, and an AM/FM radio. The Maverick only had AM. The only downside was that the air conditioning dripped water into the passenger seat. The carpeting squished a lot, but that only happened on trips. In town, it was fine. Also, I was used to a six-cylinder car with a lot of pep. This was four-cylinders, and I had to learn to get a running start in going up steep hills. I also had to get used to the automatic transmission selector on the floor between the seats. The Maverick had it on the steering column. Once all that was ironed out, it was great.
When I got home from Ft. Worth, I found my parents needed help with the house and their lives, so I agreed to stay at the old homeplace and become something of their caregiver, while they gave me a free place to stay. It was a little confining, as I couldn't drink there, nor do other things, but I made do, and I was their caregiver for the next 15 years.