Last night I got together with a few local friends. Only six, not more than the ten allowed by Fed guidelines here in New York State. We opted to attack the Corona Virus from internal body dosing with introducing Labatts-a virus. So far no positive contagion responses, and no headaches reported. We had a wonderful dialog which included a conversation dating back to the 1970’s, where we discussed the worst vehicles we have ever owned. It amazed me, as well as the others, of the list of vehicles the group has owned since we all graduated for High School.
I won’t share the private and potentially corporate damaging experiences we all shared, but I’m okay sharing mine, since it was a 1972 Chevy Vega GT, a well documented aluminum block disaster.
This was the third car I’d purchased after High School graduation. It had about 35K miles on it. Sleek, bright, sexy, faster than a VW Beetle (which my father owned), cool looking rim inserts, white wall tires, hatch back storage, manual transmission, and a minor problem...
It smoked oil worse than the last petroleum based fire and explosion at ARCO in Channelview, Texas, that killed a few of my lab counterparts decades ago. Sorry, I digressed for a moment,
Regardless, this vehicle was a smoker. I would pull into a gas station and say “check the gas and fill ‘er up with oil.“ My father told me one time that he could tell which way I turned at the bottom of the hill, where we lived near Scranton, Pa., due to the blue cloud left in the valley. I couldn’t even skip classes without him leaving 10 minutes after me in the morning.
The only other major issue besides the smoke, was a shifter mechanism going into reverse. The manual shifter would not engage going into reverse, so I kept a screwdriver in the car, to press down on the T-plate to get it into gear.
Yeah we got the cast iron cylinder inserts. We got the red light indicator on oil pressure and temperature. We spent way more than the car was worth...and the car ultimately went to my sister as a hand me down. Upon her first accident the car was scrapped.
I bought a VW super beetle after owning the worst car ever.
What’s the worst vehicle you’ve ever owned?
I won’t share the private and potentially corporate damaging experiences we all shared, but I’m okay sharing mine, since it was a 1972 Chevy Vega GT, a well documented aluminum block disaster.
This was the third car I’d purchased after High School graduation. It had about 35K miles on it. Sleek, bright, sexy, faster than a VW Beetle (which my father owned), cool looking rim inserts, white wall tires, hatch back storage, manual transmission, and a minor problem...
It smoked oil worse than the last petroleum based fire and explosion at ARCO in Channelview, Texas, that killed a few of my lab counterparts decades ago. Sorry, I digressed for a moment,
Regardless, this vehicle was a smoker. I would pull into a gas station and say “check the gas and fill ‘er up with oil.“ My father told me one time that he could tell which way I turned at the bottom of the hill, where we lived near Scranton, Pa., due to the blue cloud left in the valley. I couldn’t even skip classes without him leaving 10 minutes after me in the morning.
The only other major issue besides the smoke, was a shifter mechanism going into reverse. The manual shifter would not engage going into reverse, so I kept a screwdriver in the car, to press down on the T-plate to get it into gear.
Yeah we got the cast iron cylinder inserts. We got the red light indicator on oil pressure and temperature. We spent way more than the car was worth...and the car ultimately went to my sister as a hand me down. Upon her first accident the car was scrapped.
I bought a VW super beetle after owning the worst car ever.
What’s the worst vehicle you’ve ever owned?
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