One of the few times I have ever been truly afraid for my life in a car was in college during a wild ride in a buddy’s Gremlin. Never rode with him after that. Never rode in another Gremlin. Thankful to be alive. Footnote, apparently they handle and hold the road far better than appearances...
My ‘73 went *everywhere*.
Nothing stopped it.
Not mud, not rocks, not ruts and ditches, not ice and snow.
Looked hideous, ran forever.
And it was fast.
My ex traded it on a Rabbit and the gremlin ended up at Eddie’s Salvage in WV.
Two weeks later, my mom saw a kid driving it on I81 S towards Martinsburg.
The odometer broke at 243K, years before.
Hope that kid enjoyed it as much as I did.
That applies also to the Pacer.