*beep* *beep* *beep* *beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep........*

Well, I think it's pretty safe to say this now:

My car's dead.

I was driving it at a nice, easy-even-for-it-to-handle speed down Allentown Rd (right outside the gate) to an auto repair shop to get the timing fixed.

About 2 blocks from the place, I notice my engine's starting to sound a little ragged....instead of a constant "vrrrroom", it stops at a regular interval...then a few seconds later I hear a nice little popping sound. Checking my gauges, I notice my RPMs have hit ZERO. Immediately I pull off to the side of the road and hit the hazard lights, put it in Park, and shut off the engine to try and restart it.

No dice.

Try again. Still no dice.

Try once more for about 5 seconds........nada.

From the sounds and the smell (good GODS that reeked!), I'd have to guess I probably blew a cylinder....to which all I can say is

FUCK!!!

>_<

First thing I did at that point was walk over to the place (now only ONE block away) and asked them two things:

1) For an estimate on how much it'd be to fix both problems (only to find out they didn't work on Camaros. JOY OF JOYS, I KILLED MY CAR FOR *NOTHING!*)
2) For a tow truck.

So now, 60 bucks and one kaput Camaro later, here I am, sufficiently disgruntled, but at the same time slightly relieved. Why? Because until now I'd been fretting between the choices of getting a new car or getting the Camaro fixed....now I think the choice has become painfully obvious.

Sorry Camaro. ;_;