You don't know fear...

.. until your gearbox/clutch starts banging about squealing and screaching
like it's going to die a horrible evil death, then when you take it out of
gear it won't go back in still smashing about in it's own innards while
you're driving in the second lane of a contra-flow with the last remaining
part of the hard shoulder waving you good bye a mile away.

Thankfully it forced back in to gear and didn't make a noise all the way
in to the city centre. But it slipped and stank in first gear to make a
point.

I guess the new priority debt this month is the car. Yay, I hate my
fucking life.