Mister_Pim: 1985 Fifth Avenue.

Went through three rear axles until the transmission completely expired...at just over 100 000 KM of mostly highway driving.

Comfy floating couch, though. With shag carpeting.

I've reverted to Chevy products (and one Toyota for a few years). All subsequent cars have run fine. There's a reason Chrysler's almost gone.

I've always driven GM, but just recently went for a walk on the dark side with an 07 Mercury Mariner. I test drove that, and then took a couple GM models for rides, and they just felt like crap in comparison.

/In Michigan, the choices are pretty much all american
//In rural areas, you tend to buy what the local mechanics can/will work on.

My old car was sold for 4 cords of wood. It was a 98 sunfire. If selling your car includes bartering for firewood, I think it is a piece of shiat.
/When I lived in Vermont.
//Still runs somehow for the people I sold to.

Day_Old_Dutchie:
Oh, rust and smoke, the heater's broke
The door just blew away
I light a match to see the dash
And then I start to pray - HEY!
The frame is bent, the muffler went
The radio, it's okay
Oh what fun it is to drive
This Rusty Chevrolet


HEY! You just quoted a Da Yoopers song!

My brother beats the key into the ignition with a wrench and replaces the radiator fluid about once a week.

Javelin22: "Hey cabbie! Gimme a pooosh!"

/no way is that obscure

Oh man, that's so obscure we only quoted it TWICE in the thread before you got here!

/diesel gas sucks my ass!

SinPoker: #1) Adam Sandler starts singing about your car.

That's what I came for. Now I can leave satisfied.

We had 2 crap Dodges at the same time, back in the 80's. One was an Omni, which was actually an OK car--except there was something wrong with the ventilation system & it would spew incredibly hot air on your feet, and there was no way to turn the fan off (that we knew of.) The other car (some 2 door faux sporty thing) had neither heat nor AC. My sister and I worked at the same place together in the summer, and we would fight to get to the non-Omni before my dad would take off for work. Sadly, we lost after he started going in at 7am, because we didn't have to go in until 9am.

The other POS car I had was a Mercury Sable, which I got for only $4k when it was 2 years old. Fantastic condition--however, it wasn't obvious when I bought it, but it had a small short somewhere in the electrical system. Think it went through an alternator every other month. The radio burned out after 2 months, and would work again after a new alternator was installed. The heater died completely during the first winter, never to return. The AC would occasionally work. My parents, who rode in it once, also pointed out that it didn't have decent shocks, but I just assumed it was the crappy roads.

As I was driving home one night, all the electrical stuff came on all of a sudden, and the car stalled out. I managed to get it started again, and told my (then) boyfriend "it's dead, I need to get a new car." He told me that I was just making it up, and to show me how wrong I was, got in the car, started it up, and drove maybe 100 feet in our apartment complex's lot before it died completely. We pushed it over to the far side of the parking lot & had a charity come pick it up. The best part was that the then-current blue book value was exactly what I'd paid for it initially, so at least I got a write-off for the price (but certainly not for all the repairs!)

Forgot one. Your steering wheel is a set of Vice Grips (Mole grips for you Brits).

Haven't read the article, site blocked at work for whatever reason.

Yeah the Superbird, when it first came out, was on the NASCAR circuit and was a winner. Not very many of those exist, so even in it's shiat state it's valuable.

Other signs you have a POS car, and you might be from New Mexico if:
Your car has a red rag for a gas cap.
The tires on your roof have more tread than the ones on your car.
Primer grey is an acceptable color.
Your stereo is worth more than the car.

None of those even come close.

Can you see the road under your feet?

zz9: and reach out and touch the pavement.

I suspected that was possible in one of those.

Beaters I have known and loved:
1) 197something Monte Carlo. No reverse.
2) 1979 Chevy Chevette. No floor. Literally no floor at all until my dad and I made one with a marine fiberglass patch kit. Also, windshield washer was wired to a doorbell switch dangling from the dash.
3) 1981 Dodge Diplomat. Required screwdriver in carb and WD40 on the plugs to start. Driver's door wouldn't open. No dashboard lights.
4) 1983 Olds Cutlass. Rusted to the bone. Cracked water pump needed filling before every trip.
I drove every one of these until they literally ground to a halt in the street. The cash I got from the scrapyard was usually enough to pay off the towtruck driver. Good times.

And then there was that '91 Chevy. Ah yes.
Developed a rust hole somewhere on the firewall, never did figure it out. Practical upshot was that rain leaked into the passenger compartment, ended off cutting out the carpet and mopping it out constantly. (although, the floorboard didn't rust!)
Hardly much need for a heater in Hawaii, so one day the heater core just rusted right through, spilling coolant into the engine compartment. I took it to the mechanic, told him 'I don't need the damn heater. Just cut and cap the feed lines and rip out the core.' He did.

Bad luck happened to me right before I got rid of it, though. All four tires were going bald, I thought I could chance it. I was wrong. One after another, they sprung out. One blew out on the highway. One, I came back to it after work and noticed I could see the steel belts through the tread. So I had to get four new tires for it right before I was planning to get rid of it. The real kicker was when I left it parked in a parking lot while testing the new car. (no dealer wanted any part of it for a trade-in, so it sat around, emptied of all personal belongings, until I could arrange to donate it to a charity)

Somebody broke in...
And stole the battery.

I shiat you not. I came back, tried to start the car. Nothing. No lights, no clicks, no nothing. Ahh, frig, I thought. I left the headlights on. Well, I just HAPPEN to have a new car here and some jumper cables, I'll just open the hood and...
Where the fark is my BATTERY!?!

Final score: about two hundred for the cheapest tires I could find, and fifty for the battery, just to roll the poor bastard to the auction dock. Got less than that in tax writeoffs from the charity.

say what you want about american cars. but ive had dam good luck with my jeeps. and to be honeset with you it is because they never changed the basic motor/design that much.4.0 sraights are great motors. they had something good and stuck with it. take the bettle and the 911 as an example(listen detroit im rooting for you!).but never never buy a british car unless you really want to learn how to work on every part of your car agian and again and again..... *you know why the british drink their beer warm?*.......*because lucas built the refigerators*..... owned a triumph :(

Heater rusted out, spilling coolant into the passenger compartment, I mean. Right onto my feet.

willy359 2009-01-09 09:31:55 PM
2) Also, windshield washer was wired to a doorbell switch dangling from the dash.

Heh. We did that with the horn on the '74 Toyota.

'96 Jeep Cherokee which i bought with 186k on it after much "love" from the previous owner. It's 2 wheel drive, but there's still mud stuck in the gaskets around the rear windows.
Hatch leaks so bad I park with the nose pointed up so the water runs out the back.
The guy that "raised" the thing didn't actually succeed in the process so the oversized tires scrape the fenders anytime there's a decent bump.
Headliner doubles as a hat.
Radio hasn't worked for more than a year.
The horn didn't work for a long time, then one day it worked. For five minutes. Straight. I made sure it didn't work anymore after that.
I've counted well over 14 distinct dents on it.
When we were looking at car seats for our soonly expected son, I mentioned getting a second base for the Jeep and my wife gave me a very scared "you are not putting our baby in that thing!" look.
The cover on the the gear selector is off so that P is R, R is N, N is D, etc. Park is located above where anything appears it should be and needs to be jammed hard to get there. This means most people who are nice and try and move it for me suddenly find themselves wandering backwards.
The sum total of parts I've bought for it exceeds the price I paid for it originally (the higher is about $750)
The speedometer isn't entirely accurate (different tire diameters will do that to you) so there's a handy guide - 25 mph is the really rough shift and a bit of a jiggle in the wheel until about 35. That's when the passenger door starts to whistle. That lasts to 40. There's nothing else until the back end starts to feel like it's coming loose at about 50. at 60 the back end vibration hits some sort of harmonic and the dash starts to rattle and hum until you think it'd going to come apart (only happened once) and then at 70 it all smoothes out magically. Then at 80 the front end shakes and does that harmonic thing with the dash, only worse. This may cause the radio (which functions quite nicely as a clock, but little else) to fall out. If it hits the gear shift, then you could suddenly find yourself in 3rd gear at 75+ mph. Not as fun as it sounds.
Same genius who raised it and put big tires on it also installed an automatic starter which, of course, doesn't work. But it did drain my battery until I figured out how to disconnect most of it. The rest just hangs in a big twisted pile of wires that keeps falling out from under the driver side kick panel.
The original covers for the pedals are long gone. The gas has some atrocious cheap bolt on cover on it but the brake is just bare metal. Ironically, the times you need to hit the breaks hard are also the times the bottom of your shoe seems to be very slippery. I should probably fix this. Of course, if the brakes actually were good for anything this would matter much more.
Starting it involves an emergency jump start box that I charge up in the house every night so it has enough juice to crank the engine in the morning.
Never once have I been asked to drive. I have, on occasion, been asked not to.
But it's paid off and it runs nicely under 50 and I drove a total of 3 miles to work until I got laid off, so, hey, who cares.

BlaineIsAPain: 11. The brakes don't work

My car is a piece of shiat. 87 Buick Park Ave. I basically drove until it nearly killed me early this week when I completely lost my brakes on the busiest street in town. Through some farking miracle I didn't hit anyone and pulled over into a gas station.

Looking for a new car this weekend. Wouldn't mind some advice from you farkers who know about cars. I've pretty much narrowed it down to a Kia Rio or Nissan Versa (both pretty much fully loaded). I know neither car is fantastic but its pretty much all I can afford. If you had to choose, which one would you get?

The Kia Rio is a fantastically underpowered car. The new one is no improvement over the old except for a few extra horsepower (110 instead of 104 hp). It has a fatter steering wheel than the old one which I didn't like when I drove it.

The Versa is more powerful, and is the one I would choose.

/and I have a Rio (2004)

Oh yes and the '71 Toyota. It WAS a manual transmission, so supposedly you could kickstart it if you parked it on a hill facing downwards.
Unfortunately, there was a second problem with it.

Parking brake didn't work.

jimmytheknife: My old car was sold for 4 cords of wood. It was a 98 sunfire. If selling your car includes bartering for firewood, I think it is a piece of shiat.
/When I lived in Vermont.
//Still runs somehow for the people I sold to.

The Sunfire is one of the worst cars I've ever been in. The other is a Cavalier. They're virtually the same car, so I think I can just say that the Cavalier is THE worst car that I've driven (which I did in driving school). The second worst car I've been in was an Aveo. But it was on a showroom floor.

sorry had to throw in a post note. its an internal combustion engine! its really not that hard to find out whats wrong with it. sh*t happens.work your way through what could be wrong and figure it out. buy a code reader. it will tell most of the time whats up for christ sake. (If its a late model.) if not buy a volt meter and change your oil and get off that dam cell phone! ... sorry venting... bad week at work! and sick of fixing friends cars for "duh " reasons.

Had a Chevy Concourse back in the 80's. Didn't need a key, just turn the starter by hand, no screwdriver necessary. A big hulking metal road monster. Tag on the back said HEVMETL. Yeah, I was a headbanger. Nothing strikes fear into the hearts of other drivers like Metallica screaming out at top volume (when the radio worked) while balling down the freeway. Good times!

Thank you all for those incredible stories. I actually got cramps from laughing so hard at some of them,

BTW, I have two cars - a 2005 Montana and an '88 Buick Park Ave. Almost never drive the Montana - Buick runs like a top, is more comfortable and one hell of a lot easier on gas, and I can cruise the sucker at 90mph all day. Never lock it, and the ignition key is always left in the lock. Love that car...

I've never had a beater quite like that, but one of my roommates had the boat equivalant:

The gas tank got flooded with water, so we don't even use that. He rigged up a 2.5 gallon gas container and some hoses. You have to remember to open the vent or the tank will collapse in on itself as it uses gas.

The engine doesn't start on its own. You have to take off the engine cover, wrap a rope around the rotor and pull start it, in conjunction with someone turning the key. The electric starter works partially, as in it sometimes engages but won't turn the engine on its own. This also generates a lot of smoke.

You can't put it in reverse. To park it on the dock, you have to aim the boat close enough for someone to jump to the dock with the rope. If they miss, you have to swim it in.

Today I bought a used car with a cracked windshield and a worn-out paint job, so I am really getting a kick out of some of these replies.

/Good price, ran well, low mileage.

CourtroomWolf: I've never had a beater quite like that, but one of my roommates had the boat equivalant:

The gas tank got flooded with water, so we don't even use that. He rigged up a 2.5 gallon gas container and some hoses. You have to remember to open the vent or the tank will collapse in on itself as it uses gas.

The engine doesn't start on its own. You have to take off the engine cover, wrap a rope around the rotor and pull start it, in conjunction with someone turning the key. The electric starter works partially, as in it sometimes engages but won't turn the engine on its own. This also generates a lot of smoke.

You can't put it in reverse. To park it on the dock, you have to aim the boat close enough for someone to jump to the dock with the rope. If they miss, you have to swim it in.

My dad's good friend had a sail boat with an engine, and he could only start it with a pair of pliers, and a screw driver.

This thread is great so far. I love sh*tty-car stories.

My first car was a 91 Dodge Dynasty. Not a bad car for $1200, although it was lacking cosmetically. My siblings called it the "Ductapemobile".

Second car was a Neon (didn't learn the lesson about Dodges, apparently), bought new in 2000. It was such a pile of junk by the time I sold it to a scrap yard this past November. Timing belt shot twice, head gasket blown, missing the back windshield (hailstorm in Arkansas), horn not operational, dented and dinged from just general apathy. The stereo was an upgrade though: from AM/FM to AM/FM with a cassette player! Woo!

Current car is an 88 Prelude. Over 200K on it and it's been great so far. Well, except for some electrical glitch it developed where the parking lights/dashboard lights won't turn off (I have to pull the fuse at the end of the night) yet the headlights won't turn on. (I have to prop the headlight stalk ini the high-beam position with a popsicle stick.)

aden_nak: coyote71: The engine likes to flood, the car always farking stalls. And the seat cushion's got a big rip so a spring always pokes the balls. Plus the door locks are busted, got to use a farking coat hanger. And if a girlie ever sees the car, there's no chance you'll ever bang her.

You never ever get the pussy.

Hey, shut up!

Yep. Me and a friend were looking at the idea of purchasing an Acura NSX or a used Vette and basically time sharing the pussy bait car.

We never did it. Wish we had. I have a wonder girlfriend, but I always wanted to bang the short of chick that farks guys with awesome cars.

'73 Bavaria:

Looks much better in this photo than it did in real life. Notable among my beaters because the engine literally ate the transmission.

When you stepped on the accelerator, instead of going faster the it would just make a horrible whooping sound.

vicejay: I've owned a lot of beaters in my time.. but on the other side of the coin.. My favorite vehicle I've ever owned.. A 1985 Toyota Pickup

My friend owned one. You'll find them in every back water shiat town 3rd world country. I called it his Al Qaeda mobile.

volkswagon brasilia

When I first came to the US in 1984, we bought an ancient Olds station wagon (with a 455 cubic inch engine). It had been well looked after; everything worked, even the electric tailgate, but it was definitely showing the signs of its age.

I loved that car - 10 mpg, but the ability to shame almost anything else on the road, even with 9 people on board. My wife wasn't so keen, particularly when she spotted the fungi growing in the back seat.

We kept it for several years until it started to look a bit ratty. After that, my teenage son was allowed to use it, and it saved his life when he hit a pothole on the I95. Built like a tank.

I hated getting rid of that car, and I've owned Hondas since them (which are great, but boring (even the del Sol).

/get off lawn, etc...

Lets see,
I had a 1999 Pontiac Gran Prix here is the list of things that went wrong with it:

1. when it would rain, the front passenger wheel well would flood, I tried to figure out where the water would come from but was never able. I even sat in the car while it rained. It seemed to seep in like god was damning me to driving a car that smelled of mold. I had to bail the car out about once every three weeks in the summer.

2. the AC worked, if working is defined as blowing hot air out of the driver's side vents and ice cold air out of the passenger side vents. Much like the episode of The Simpsons when homer was being burned at one end and frozen in ice on the other.

3. The last straw was when the engine would stop working while I was driving. several things happen when your cars engine stops while you are going 45 miles an hour down the road. First the power steering stops working, this turns driving into an arm wresting match with a 3400 pound car. Second but no less disconcerting from the power steering failure is the failure of the power assist breaks. The old adage about not appreciating something until it is gone is never truer then when you are trying to stop your car with muscle power, although I did develop a new understanding of why we don't see more cars with Fred Flintstone style breaking systems.

I traded this baby in for 1000 bucks, so if you are out on the road driving and see a black Pontiac Gran Prix coming your way be wary!

WhyteRaven74: just_dis_guy: My mom's Renault Encore was like that right off the showroom floor.

Ok, that's freaky, two posts about parents' Encores show up 2 seconds apart.

It's a thread about beaters, and I don't remember a worse car sold in the US.

/made me wax nostalgic about the '76 Pinto it replaced
//I do think the '67 Cutlass was legitimately cool though

Had one of these while in college. Big heap of crap, but I never had so much fun with a car before or since.

BlaineIsAPain: 11. The brakes don't work

My car is a piece of shiat. 87 Buick Park Ave. I basically drove until it nearly killed me early this week when I completely lost my brakes on the busiest street in town. Through some farking miracle I didn't hit anyone and pulled over into a gas station.

My "new" used car (05) tried to kill me last night too!!! Busiest street in town, gas station parking lot...
The gas pedal pent to the floor and stuck like glue. I was in heavy 4 lane traffic. Brake pedal to the floor, tires spinning like a top. thank the maker for neutral...

Der Vassermeister: Had one of these while in college. Big heap of crap, but I never had so much fun with a car before or since.



/forgot the pic part

At this point, I don't think I could list every car I've owned. But that ain't-a gonna stop me from tryin'..

(I'm not counting the many I drove but didn't own.)


(Year acquired: car -- fate)

1985: '65 Chevy Bel-Aire, ATX -- Failed inspection three times, junked

1986: '74 VW Beetle, Wolfsburg, 3-sp -- This car was weird, even for an old Beetle. All on-body writing in German. Brazilian dashboard. Super-Beetle suspension and brakes. Porsche 914 motor. Awesome driving car, I drove this for years and loved it. Had to replace motor once. (German mechanic: "Dis motar vas not meant for dis kar!") Visciously murdered by six-inch pipe hidden in foot-deep pothole, which separated unibody components, after crooked shop did faulty brake job.

1989: '81 Datsun 310 -- I loved it, but my girlfriend hated it, which is why she sold it to me. Ditched in favour of newer car, after foisting off on one of the many drunk stoners I knew then.

1990: '86 Mercury Lynx, ATX -- Sexed-up Escort, but it drove really well for a long time, until it finally had enough. By then I'd driven it many miles through many places. Owed me nothing.

1992: '85 Escort, 4-sp -- I paid half of $100 to a friend moving to Seattle to catch the grunge wave. High miles, bad cat, which seized whenever it got hot enough. Stranded me many times in different places, eventually towed by mob-owned shop who wanted over $100 to get it back. I suggested they see if the shoes in back might fit them. Never paid grunge-woman the other half.

1994: '88 Ford Festiva, 4-sp -- This is the kid sister to the Fiesta: I could touch the rear window from the driver's seat, and my brother said the key handle was cut flat on one side, "so you won't snap off the mirror while unlocking it." I moved to R.I. in this car - yes, in several trips. Cylinders started losing compression. Almost crushed by tree in hurricane, while still under contract. (DAMN!). Took loss.

1995: '86 Subaru wagon, ATX -- I have seen the White Smoke: motor blew, filling both sides of freeway with Bond-worthy opaque cloud, stopping traffic in both directions. Downhill, coasted for several miles, including past friend's insane family, ended up calling friend several towns away instead of talk to them (but they found me anyway - aah!). Subaru admitted flaw in that motor, split the cost. Later hit by snowplow, knocked across four lanes of rush-hour traffic on icy road, hit six times, all sides. State Farm: Oh yeah, that's totalled.

1996: '85 Subaru wagon 5-sp -- Immortal. Got run off road in freak April Fools Day snow storm by asshole trucker, violently ripped exhaust manifold from block, unable to repair without tapping new holes in block, so had to have junked - still running at over 200K.

1997: '90 Jeep Wrangler Laredo 4.2L, 5-sp -- Traded half of savings with girl I had stupid crush on when she moved out of country. Still have this, but not currently roaded. 290K, second motor and tranny, floors, lots more. Been everywhere, and then some. Good times, good times.

1999 (1): '86 Escort 'Frankenstein' -- Water jacket blew after driven six feet. Eventually drove to Canada. Bent body chewed F/R tires. Replaced control arm when F/R wheel folded over. Broke window chasing down car burgler who was on a bike, when I swerved to cut him off on sidewalk and he body slammed me, broke bike; he cried he was gonna call cops, which I dared him to do while laughing as he limped away. Eventually foisted off on stupid friends who quickly trashed it. I got this for free, and it was worth every penny.

1999 (2): '89 Plymouth Horizon -- I got this rebuilt wrecker for a song from a friend whose dad owns a body shop. Snapped wheel studs in winter ice storm by slamming into curb. Later snapped stud while tightening lug nut, which should not be humanly possible and tipped me off that car may not be well made. Foisted off on same stupid friends who took Frankenstein Escort; they drove it several more months and in a rare moment of brilliance foisted it off on someone even dumber, when one of the doors stopped working.

1999 (3): '91 Dodge Omni (yes, essentially same as above) -- Bought from Chinese waitress because I trusted her, to replace Horizon. Had a pebble in doubled-walled rim, which is murderously annoying if you live in a city. Electrical system suffered fatal due to short in primary harness inside firewall. Was otherwise sound at time of death. Stupid cheap-ass American cars.

1999 (3): '83 Cougar or something like that -- A friend of mine permanently lost his license for being a retard, and this was his late dad's car, and the last one he got to crash, so he basically gave it to me. Front end mostly wide strapping tape and good wishes. Ran well, but burned through headlamps due to water. Got towed one night because my boss forgot to tell the cops, and Stonerboy couldn't produce papers, so it just disappeared for good in impound, with $100 in Christmas presents I'd stupidly left inside, including a lot of top-shelf booze, a bunch of my tools, and my medicine. I got the medicine back, and snuck a bottle of Ukrainian vodka.

1999 (4): '87 Chevy Caprice -- Bought from little old man Christmas Eve for cash, so I could go see my family. Surprisingly good condition for age and mileage. Ran well for most of 2000, then developed weird intermittent power-loss problem I never chased down. Caught fire while girlfriend was visiting (see post way above). 'Lost' in property dispute with landlord, heh heh.

2000: '86 Nissan compact -- Parting gift from former girlfriend when she moved away. She never took great care of it, but it smelled like her spilled perfume. About a million hairpins all over. Ran well for good awhile, then suddenly developed huge exhaust breach somewhere underneath and started burning oil. Terrifying smoke. Called some guys who took it away.

2001: Fixed Jeep, drove until second motor blew, then:

2008: '96 Dodge Impala -- Sweet gadgety car, great stereo, very comfortable, electric everything (including moonroof), a lot like a cop car. Bought from wealthy contractor for way under list, and later found out he'd concealed Salvage status. Kept chasing down undercarriage problems, finally gave up and let it go. All in all, not that bad a deal on balance.

I let it go at the height of the gas price explosion, in the middle of summer, and bought a nice bike. It's actually kind of pointlessly costly to have a car here.

I know I forgot a car, including another one in the middle of 1999. (The first motor on the Jeep blew early that year, so that actually makes six cars in one year.) And there was a green Chevelle in there somewhere earlier, maybe between the first two Escorts. (I owned four Escorts in all, paying, in order: $4500, $400, $50, and $0. If I got another, I would obviously want to be paid for taking it.)

My old VW Rabbit convertible had #1. My friend tried to drive it, and only got 1/2 block before he gave up.

My sister didn't realize the tach measured in hundreds instead of thousands. I remember her blowing by a cop at 50 in a 30 zone and then saying, "You know, it feels like we're going faster than 35."

92 Honda Accord, fogs up like crazy when temperature drops - or it rains - or it just happens to feel like fogging up. To add to the fun, driver's side power window rolls down with great reluctance and a sound like a cow being lynched by a tuba quartet. I have to turn on the AC which is still (barely) functioning to get the fogged windows to clear somewhat, which takes about ten minutes and in the meantime, much frantic rubbing of interior glass, especially if highway driving. In snowstorms.

Quebec license plates mean nobody wants to drive near me anyway :)

Love my Accord.

2008: '96 Dodge Impala

fail.

My current car is in very good shape considering ('95 Miata with ~140k on it) but it does have a couple of amusing foibles.

The volume control on the stereo only works to turn the volume UP unless you know the secret magic way to twiddle it.

And if I run the AC for too long, it pees on my passenger's feet.

Sylvia_Bandersnatch 2009-01-09 10:39:37 PM
At this point, I don't think I could list every car I've owned. But that ain't-a gonna stop me from tryin'..


Anchower? Is that you?

death-monkey: I haven't ever owned a car that was from the decade that i'm in.

me neither. I'm up to an '89, I bet my next car will be a 90's vintage. Woo-hoo!

/Car before this one was an '85
/Why yes, I am poor.

Dayum, makes me want to get my Spitfire running again. I met some of the nicest folks the year that I had to push start it half the time (eventually the starter motor caught fire, so it's more reliable now).

Starting is still a chore, but I can hose starter fluid into the carb blind now by reaching under the passenger fender and aiming just right.

archichris: legion_lives: 2008: '96 Dodge Impala

fail.

SHe has to mean Intrepid..... Those cars were good looking at the time but really crappy otherwise

Yeah, Intrepid. I don't know why I keep messing those up, it's not like I don't know.

I think it's because when I got rid of the '65 Bel-Aire, I took the hubcaps, which were for a '64 Impala SS, because they were worth more.