Venting... Friday, I was driving back to work from my lunch break, some bitch cut across two lanes, in front of me doing 5 miles an hour, I was doing about 45. I rear ended her and now the daily is fucked up pretty bad. She's at fault and has insurance. The car is O/T but I love it like a family member, and I'm still devastated from it. It should be fixed ok...but it's still disgusting. So with the daily sitting at a body shop, I'm forced to drive the Cutlass untill I can get a rental tomorrow or Tuesday. It's no big deal, it's always been fairly reliable, I drove it daily for about four years up untill this time last year. I'd just had her out for a cruise last weekend and everything was cool. Last night, I was taking a tool box over to Hamilton to have him lay some paint on it. I dont even get halfway there, I'm on the highway, and the car starts shaking badly. I pulled over expecting a flat tire only to find the driver rear wheel is only held on by two nuts. Two of the studs had snapped off and another nut was just missing. Called dad, he brought some tools and we replaced the studs on the side of the road with heavy traffic wizzing by at 60+mph. Had to limp it home on a donut spare (only thing I had) because I didn't have any extra shank lug nuts to put the astro back on. So today I limp it to the parts store and get some new lug nuts. I put her back together and toss in the full size spare dad brought the night before. Head to Hamilton's and drop the toolbox off, get back home, no problems. I jumped in the car about an hour ago to head over to Revhead's for his surprise birthday party. Turn the key, the car starts but the starter wont disengage and there's smoke coming from the dash. FUCK! It's dark, the car is in my apartment parking lot, and after 15 minutes of trying to fuck with it, I gave up. So what the fuck have I been doing wrong lately? Sorry George, wish I could have been there...Happy Birthday man.