Shittiest cars, ever!
If there was one thing that epitomized the Seventies in a nutshell, it was the unbelievably crappy cars.
My dad had a 1974 Ford Mustang, with a cheesy plastic dashboard with stupid texture to try to make it look like Corinthian Leather, but all it did was look like it had plastic zits on it!
And the rust. My gosh. My brother purchased a 1977 Subaru, and in one single year, it was wholly rusted right through EVERYWHERE.
Yes. Those were the days of Rusty Jones, a totally pathetic and worthless endeavor on top of it.
And, with all that, the insane oil crisis. I didn’t drive yet in 1973, but I sure did in 1978, and driving an MG Midget with a 7 gallon fuel tank from Boston to Cecil Field in Florida during that crisis was hair-raising.
I had all my earthly belongings in soft top car, running on fumes on the Cross-Bronx Expressway, with the burnt, stripped skeletons of cars on the side of the the road...it was like seeing your own inescapable fate in real time.
I did stumble on a gas station that had gas before I ran out, but...just barely. If I had to leave that car, everything I owned would have been gone. And that car, too!
Shittiest American cars ever, Porche and Bmw and Mercedes were killing it.