And don't get me started on how they ate starters! You're so right! The last one I drove was finally sent to the boneyard when it dropped a rear differential one morning as I was exiting an off-ramp.
In those days, at least, a kid could do a lot of their own repairs. I developed a lot of patience due to a short pocketbook.
No, that’s not mine, although mine looked pretty much like it. Just an image I grabbed off Google. :-)