We had a Gremlin and a Hornet in the family when I was a little kid. Not my parents (the old man refused to drive anything that was not a Ford or Mercury product), but my older siblings.
Tell ya what, those AMC vehicles were ugly as sin, but they were reliable. My brother with the Gremlin abused the heck out of it. It got so bad at the end that when he shifted into 3rd gear, you could see the road under the car and rocks would fly up from the holes in the rubber around the stick shift. The thing never once failed to start, though.
The Hornet was a bit more problematic, as it was a bit long in the tooth when another brother bought it off a guy for $125. Still, it served valiantly for another five years and two owners before we sent it off to the boneyard.
Now, a truly lousy car? My sister’s Vega. Oh my sweet lord. Nothing ever worked right on that thing. And they all seemed to rust in the exact same spot - right along the driver’s side fender.
Now, a truly lousy car? My sister’s Vega. Oh my sweet lord. Nothing ever worked right on that thing. And they all seemed to rust in the exact same spot - right along the driver’s side fender.
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Vegas rusted in the showroom.