Growing up we lived next to this lady named Kate, she was sort of a crazy unpredictable *****. She would frequently get drunk and run around yelling, pound on the walls (town houses), and throwing things. You never knew what she would do or when she'd do it.
My Jeep was pulled out of a shed after sitting for a few years and for the and between the vacuum leaks, half-assed P.O. repairs, and general 30 year old car stuff breaking, there was a year where I was constantly stranded and forced to fix things on the side of the road. My Jeep had become the motorized version of Kate.