Requiem on a Chrysler Sebring, Ashes to Ashes, Rust to Rust

There were multiple moments this last winter when I would rev up my car (no way I walking to class in 2 degree weather) and listen to the timing belt squeal for at least 2 minutes straight, while the battery light appeared, and I could smell the gas leak, and the crack in the windshield meant I had to scrape ice from the inside as well as the outside, and the de-fogger was useless, so I sometimes had to roll down the window enough for me to stick my scarfed-head outside and let the stinging w...