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I bought a New Chevy PU around 1980; I was showing a lot of dogs and needed a way to get them to the shows. This truck was beyond a lemon; it sucked bad. Within three months GM changed out the engine, at six months the transmission was gone at eight months the truck was gone. Worst piece of crap I ever owned.
Next up was an ‘88 Olds Cutlass I bought New for Rose. This one had a computer glitch that would rev the engine in reverse. I read all the internal bulletins on this glitch, GM was well aware of it and had no idea how to fix it. Rose refused to drive this blue beauty so within a year it was gone too. I never owned another GM product since then.
Mine was a slate blue '75 Ford Granada coupe with the 302 V8. Every Feb the carb caught fire. Every winter the power windows would get stuck down, in the summer they'd get stuck up! The gas filler door fell off. Started looking to trade it in '77 on a Cutlass or LeMans - no dealer wanted it. Finally traded it in '79 on a Grand Prix. Before anyone comments all these problems were with American cars, I can tell you even worse horror stories of friends and co-workers who hated their Toyotas, Hondas and Volkswagens in the '70s and '80s.
Never kept one long enough to have to deal with rust. Although that old Willy's I owned, way back when, didn't have rust but it was covered with New panels. LOL! Good hunting vehicle and the dogs loved it.
Sorry to say when my parents passed away all the pictures that may have been saved by my mother are gone. Nobody seemed to know where any of them got to. So all my beautiful car photos are gone, but their memories are etched into the recesses of my brain. Rose remembers them all too. She loved driving that old Willy's but she only drove it in first gear; she had no idea she had to shift into other gears. Yes, she would wind that thing out doing forty miles per hour and never gave it a thought.
Yep. Blue for me too. The last blue car I had was a defective POS. So defective in fact, the manufacturer ended up buying it back because they couldn't fix the problem. My state allows one try to repair and then you're out on the lemon law when it comes to steering and brake defects.
I would say that in the course of all the cars I've owned, there were three that were "lemons" but of no particular color: 1) 1965 Bonneville Convertible in Blue Charcoal--my first car and still my "true car love"--but it was built right after an 8 week GM strike and the bolts from the 8 lug alloy wheels rolled around and ate out the brake pads and rotors. 2) a 1971 Red Saab 99 that I bought after graduating college and was to be my first professional work car--everything went wrong with that car. It was truly awful. 3) a white 1996 Volvo 960 wagon that had something wrong with the front suspension that no one could ever figure out. Got rid of that one after 3 years and never looked back.
So I can't pin it down to one color, but I would say I was pretty lucky overall. Even though I had these three lemons, I've had over 30 other cars in our family that have been good ones.
Rose and I sat down one day, a year ago, and tried to figure out how many cars we owned since we where married. We stopped at twenty, what a waste of money. We got a million funny car stories, reflecting back at some of them I conclude Rose and I had a good time in our life. No regrets.
I had bought a Chey Cavalier wagon I think around 86, the car was great, good in snow, it was a wagon (dog show car). The car smelled of dogs, it also was made of plastic and a lot of things broke. That was when I discovered JB Weld. That car was an advertisement on wheels for that product.
One day we had to run somewhere and we took the wagon, we were passing a Lexus dealership and Rose wanted to stop and look. No one would talk to us, LOL, we looked like two hillbillies driving a wagon. LOL. We did get rid if that little wagon, it was traded for our Acura and that is another funny story too.
I have bought more than 25 new cars so far, but have never chosen the color myself. I don't like the atmosphere of the car dealerships, so I have never stepped out to there before even once. The Auto manufacturers are different, but I am leaving everything to same salesman for over 35 years.
John, I agree with you. He told me a funny story. One day, an old man came to his showroom on an old Honda Super Cub. And in less time than 2 hours, he signed a contract to purchase a new AMG G63, he then went back to home on a moped.
Will never own another burgundy car. 1963, I was age 12 and went car shopping with Dad. He was looking at a 1963 Ford Galaxy 500 XL. On the showroom floor was this beautiful Thunderbird, Heritage Burgundy w/pearl white interior. I planted myself in the Bird, would not get out of the car, Dad bought it. 1964, was washing the Bird like I did every weekend. Dad did not allow me to remove the rear skirts so I had to drive the car forward a half tire turn to clean the whitewalls. I had the door open, hanging out of the drivers seat to see the tires turn 1/2 way, hit the accelerator instead of the break, drove the car through the garage into the kitchen. Mom had just walked away from the washer & dryer when the wall caved in and appliances attacked her. Mom thought she blew up the washing machine, Dad thought a plane crashed (we lived on an Air Force base), I thought let me die now. Not one ding on the Bird but the kitchen wall was pushed in 2-feet. Dad ran out of the house, saw me in the car, his face was red, thought he would kill me. He paused, looked at me, then said back up the damn car. Nothing else was said. 1965 Mom was backing out of our garage, hit the front fender. Car went to body shop. Day the car came out of body shop, parents driving home and the Bird was rear ended. Back to the body shop. Early 1967 parents gave me the burgundy 1963 on my 16th birthday. 1967, A few months later, turned too sharp in the high school parking lot and clipped a post denting the left drivers side door and rear fender. Me & friends worked hours trying to de-dent but 1963 cars were heavy steel, not like thin metal on current autos. It was a Friday night, parked the Bird outside our home so Dad could not see the dent (I would tell Dad tomorrow?). Saturday I went to my drive-in hang out, a place Dad did not want me to go because of all the young GI's. Wouldn't you know it, a young GI who had to many beers rammed the left side of my Bird. Police arrived, they saw military officers tags on my car, called the military who called Dad, Dad came to the drive-in I was not suppose to be at. Dad talked to police, young GI not charged, I drove home. We never discussed but the burgundy Bird back again to the body shop. 1968, took the Bird to Ford for a tune-up. Three days later where in the hell was my car? Delivered smelling of new paint & bondo. Turned out dealer left keys in cars parked on a back lot, some kid got into the back lot and played demo-derby crashing the passage side of my Bird. Dealership thought they could repair as if I would not notice the poor miss-matched paint. After years of multiple body panels being repainted not a single body panel matched that beautiful original Heritage Burgundy. Mid 1969, I was home from college. Dad left his 1966 Bird at Ford for a tune up. He borrowed my 1963 and totaled it. So he gave me his blue 1966 Bird to go back to college. A short time later returned home for X-mass break. Needless to say, Dad needed to borrow my 1966 one night and totaled it. I had only three days before I had to drive back to Miami, back to school. Dad gave me a signed blank check, go see his friend at a Chevy dealership, instructions not to go crazy (meaning do not buy a Camaro). I bought a fully optioned 396 Nova SS. Dad thought I was practical buying a Nova until he got the insurance bill. But by then I was states away and back in Miami. Decades later Dad & I joked about how got him back for wrecking my Birds. Currently I have a late model Camaro and a 1966 T-Bird convertible. Think Dad would approve.