Pintos? Those cars were finely crafted high performance cars compared to my '73 Chevy Vega. You know, the one with the aluminum block and steel oil pan that leaked more oil on the parents' driveway than a BP well. If you tried to run the air and came to a stop light, you had to put it in neutral and give it gas so the compressor wouldn't kill the hamster in the little four-cylinder engine. I took a girl on a date, and going around a corner the passenger door flew open, almost ejecting her. She declined to repeat the experience. The car started rusting even before it was driven off the dealer's lot.....
Why do I foam at the mouth and rant about Vegas when you mentioned Pintos? Because my brother had a Pinto. A Pinto wagon. A burnt orange Pinto wagon with a stick.
And I envied him for having the better car.