I came home from my trip to find that the person to whom I entrusted my car fucked it up, then lied to me about it, then took it to 'a guy he knows' to try to fix it. And he has the nerve to make jokes about it and expect me to laugh. Lesson learned: Be an island, even if it costs. Edit - No fluids that get put into the engine compartment stay in the engine compartment. Managed to get it to my apartment complex anyway, and out of the sketchy neighborhood it was in without it overheating, but I won't be driving it anymore. Time to start calling scrapyards and browsing newused cars. The responsible party is going to be paying me the bluebook value my car had when I handed over the keys. Exactly how he will go about doing that is still undecided. Anybody got an old Subaru they wanna sell?