What Was The Worst Car You Ever Owned?
I’m giving away some tickets to the Montreal Auto Show on social media, and as part of the contest I asked for people to post the worst cars they had ever owned – and tell me a bit about why it was such a mistake. I got some very entertaining responses:
Tiri S – My 1989 manual transmission Ford Taurus SHO. Gem of a Yamaha engine wrapped in a poor product. Interior was complete with cheap plastics and vinyl, the thin leather sections on the seats tore easily, and I broke a ball joint while parallel parking.
Gretchen L – It’s a tie.
1989 Ford Ranger – Betty caught on fire, had enough holes in the floor that dropping your keys meant losing them and the wipers and radio worked when they felt like it…oh and it didn’t like to run in the rain…at all.
Who knows what year Dodge Aries – so much duct tape, gas pedal would freeze on in the winter (you’d have to kick is senseless to free it), the trunk stopped opening after about a year…good times
Carlos A – I called it the FIRE-N-Z-A –> ’89 Oldsmobile Firenza. First car I ever bought, for $200. It had bald tires, cracked windshield you couldn’t see out of, no shocks (you could see the car bounce back and forth). I gave a ride to a really hot girl and she was so not impressed when her beautiful dress was ruined by rain water seeping through the roof. Then one Friday evening while driving on the boulevard to go party downtown, it caught on FIRE! We left the car there, partied and the next day donated it to the Kidney Foundation of Canada and got a $75 tax credit.
Personally, the worst car I ever owned was a 1989 Volvo 245. It tried to kill me not once, but twice, which I feel is adequate criteria for being a terrible automobile. The first time, the Volvo’s timing belt broke as I was exiting a busy downtown highway at rush hour, stranding me in the middle of the lane directly in front of the off-ramp while traffic zoomed by me in the dark at a high rate of speed. The second time, the car’s transmission lost all forward speeds save fourth when driving home one wintry night in Vermont, forcing me to abandon it at the bottom of a hill in a gas station parking lot. Forever.
Please feel free to contribute some of your own terrible automotive experiences so we can all commiserate together.