I gave the car to a teenager I thought would fix it up. One day at our local shopping complex I heard the load bangin' noise which was the dying sputtering sound of our sacred relic and turning around saw it with all the smoke and dark cloud figurines and Mother Mary giving me the finger pouring out of the relicís rear. And the teenager was leaning out the widow to drive, as it was impossible to see out the front pieced window. He stopped the car in front of the Social Service building and went in to get his dole check (he was even parked in the bus lane) came back out and drove off. Last I heard our relic was seen wandering off of a cliff.