I took my car (1989 Pontiac Bonneville SE) to the mechanic to get a brake job. He called us later that day and said that he lifted the car up, took one look around, and decided not to replace my breaks. He saw that my cradle was rusted through and that it would be unsafe for me to continue driving the car. (The cradle holds the bits and pieces in the car... a rusted cradle could drop the transmission and stuff onto the road while I was driving.)
My parents helped me find a new car. "New." It's a 1994 Oldsmobile 98 Regency. It's a pretty nice car. It's a bit big but not too bad. It's color is called "champagne", I believe, and it it gives off a a little-old-lady vibe, but it runs well and gets me to the places I need to go so it's all good.