| Re: Girls I wish I'd Never Met I bought a 1994 Oldsmobile Cutlass Supreme convertible in 1999 with around 60K on the clock. It was loaded, red with black leather, and was by far the nicest front driver I've ever experienced. I loved that car...until the door handle broke off in my hand....and the replacement door handle broke in my hand...and the front struts bled to death before 65K...and the mini-headlights that shifted out of alignment every time I hit a tar-strip...and the top leaked....and the top boot blew off on the freeway repeatedly...and the transmission expired at exactly 100,000 miles...and the injectors clogged as often as the oil needed changed...and I filled up the ashtray with all of the screws that removed themselves from the various trim pieces...and last, but not least, the random electrical brown-outs that left me stranded once too often in cold Cleveland winters.
Of course I traded it in on a new PT Cruiser which developed a misfire at 10K that Chrysler couldn't figure out. The last time I had it back for warranty work this is what I heard:
Service mgr.: Is the check engine light on?
Me: Umm, no.
Service mgr.: Then there's no problem.
Me: But it's running right now. Can't you hear the misfire?
Service mgr.: Yes, I hear the miss but if the check engine light isn't on, there's not a problem.
I replaced that turd with a Ford and seem to have broken the bad karma.
Honorable mention:
'70 Pontiac Bonneville Convertible that would only lower the top hydraulically. Raising it was up to the driver.
'68 Mustang that caught fire on the way home from buying it. |