Dead, or Hopefully Just Lacking a Functioning Alternator

Earlier today as I was heading to John's house to find something to do, I was driving my car- my usual method of transportation. Now, my car isn't the greatest, it is probably headed for the grave. As I was driving to John's, I ran over the train track where cars are supposed to go. As soon as I hit the bump, trouble came. The heater went from full blast to half-ass, the radio shut off, and I lost power steering. This raised some alarms for me, so I called John. He had me check my brakes, and they were fine. He told me to just continue on my way, but park facing down the hill by his hous in case my car should decided not to start. This would make pushing easy. I agreed with this course of action. We went to a movie with some friends in John's car. When we arrived back at John's house and I chose to leave, I found that my car did start, but only after the third try. It didn't sound nice either. The car sounded like a weak tortured animal being prodded to move when all it wants is to just quit the terrible life it was living. I didn't let my car quit. I headed home, and everything was fine. My leather jacket that I got for Christmas kept me warm, and I sang songs to make up for the lack of radio. This paradise was soon lost. As I was a approaching a red light, my spedometer started going nuts, dancing all over the place, finally resting at zero. The engine considered it unfair that the spedometer should be allowed to rest while the engine was working, and the engine stopped, and rolled to a stop at the light. I tried to restart the engine, but all I heard was this horrendous clicking noise. By this time I already had John on the phone. I advised me to call my parents. I did. My mom suggested that John should come pick me up. I said I wanted them to pick me up. She agreed to send my dad. I waited in the cold, waving cars past me, explaining I had someone coming to the good Saritans who checked to see that I was O.K.. After about ten minutes of waiting' Kane Martin drove up behind me because he was on his way home. This gave him a good excuse to be home late, so he let me keep warm in his car as I waited for my dad to come. Some jackass family drove up behind my car, and not seeing anyone in it, they had to make it their buisness. I saw them looking at my car, so O got out of Kane's car and let them know that it was mine. The man let me know that the law was on its way. He started asking me all sorts of questions about my car as if it were his buiseness. The first question he asked me was ridiculous. He asked why my car was in the middle of the street. So I had to explain to him how it had quit running, then he had a real question. He asked why I didn't have my hazards on, so I told him that those had quit too. After the man got back in his car, I noticed that he was just sorta chilling behind my car, not moving. I went and asked him what was up, and he told me that he was going to sit there and use his car's hazard lights. I told him that my friend could just out his car there, and they could all just be on their way, but he responded that they were fine. I went back to Kane's car and chilled in the warmth until my dad showed up, at which point the jackasses left. Kane left after them. I got in my car and my dad situated his car behind mine with the plan to push it bumper to bumper into the gas station parking lot. This worked like a charm, with my dad graciously ramming my car's rear with his car, moving its butt slowly, surely, until we got to the slight incline into the gas station. The icy conditions prooved a bit much more my dad's tires so we had to get out and push my car up a little so that may dad's car would be able to build up speed to get up the ramp, then slow down, then ram my car. during this time the cops came and left without noticing us, so there was no hassle from them to worry about. I got my car parked and I got in my dad's car which hyad a fully functioning heater, which was most certainly heaven found after I had been frozen in Iowa winter weather. My dad drove me home, and the car will get towed to the mechanic tomorrow for either its autopsy or fixing. I can only hope at thid point. That car has served me well, not crashing when my driving skills were absent, not remaining stuck in the snow when other cars would have needed a tow truck. And that car took so much abuse. The junk piled high in it, the people piled higher. Its side was scrathed badly. More dings cover it. Its windshield is cracked. After all this, it still lived to serve me. May it rest iin peace, or live on to fight on... At least until I get another car.