Phone call from the governor?

Well, dang...
Elvis, Pascal and I all got in the car and started heading to the vet's when the $1-Car started making big, scary exhaust-related noises. And engine power was way down, so there was no way we could have made it to the Valley.
So Elvis got another reprieve.

The exhaust problem has now been repaired.
A new appointment has not been made yet with the vet.

Some quick background on the $1-Car:
it's a 1995 Chevy Sprint purchased from a friend of the sibling for one dollah!
It's tiny, it's a stickshift, and yet I can still fit in it and drive it!
We've had it for a week.
Our previous car, the Breadbox, ate its transmission a few weeks ago.
It's a Plymouth Colt Vista wagon (tall, long, narrow, hence "breadbox").
Parts are hard to find for it, so we may junk it.
Or if we can get our hands on a similar car just down the street, we can do some cannibalizing and make one good car from two damaged ones.
We shall see.