Taking the air out of my tires

Apparently I have offended the Car Gods in some way. In the last few months, my automobile luck has been in a nose dive. First, it was the collision I was involved in toward the end of the summer that required a week-long stay at the body shop for Guadalupe, my beloved 1996 Volkswagen Jetta GLX VR6. Less than a week after I get her back, the ingition coil goes bad. (I could easily get in to one of those Mastecard price breakdown things.) Just the other day, my car wouldn't start because my battery cables were dirty. And then the night before last I drove right into a newly developed pothole at Patterson and 18th. Below is the quick fix I put on the next morning.


Check out the clearance between the tire and the fender! MASSIVE!!!


I think this car is jinxed. Thus, I'm looking for a new one, which I probably won't be able to purchase until after the new year. My dad thought I should consider something like this. It's practical and dependable, but for the price and the mileage, I'm not sure it's the one. Plus, it would definitely DEFLAT my coolness rating. I am thinking thinking about something more like this, this, this or THIS.