'Til The wheels fall off and burn

Well, we still like to think of ourselves as a two-car family. This, despite the fact that one of those cars has been towed away to the scrap-metal yard.
We just tell ourselves that the car is "in the shop'' for a few months until we find another car.
The Rileys tend to drive the cars we own into the ground, until the day the mechanic weeps in despair as we pull into his shop once again.
Bob Dylan sang it best in "Brownsville Girl:'' '' We're going all the way, 'til the wheels fall off and burn, 'Til the sun peels the paint and the seat covers fade and the water moccasin dies."
By the time our vehicle dies, it's way past it's expiration date. If it was a carton of milk, there'd be big chunks of curd in it.
One car would be fine, except for the fact that my wife and I both work. So it's drop her off, drive to work, leave work, pick her up and drive home.
The days get long that way.
So we're saving up for another beater.
Back in the day, of course, when I was a full-time minister, people actually gave us cars once in a while.
There doesn't seem to be that same tender generosity given to journalists.
How much of a hassle is it for you guys when one of your cars goes belly-up?